Pretty Tingz (Ah Ah Ah) Lyrics

Mmm uhm mmm

OG make her mmm uhm mmm

She just wanna mm mhm mm

God Money

Know me how ta

Show me how ta

No me how ta

Big Z Shit

Don't the money make you move

Don't the money make you smooth

Don't the money make you choose

Ba ba ba

Lil mama got a future and a past on her

Everybody passed on her

Little do they know she got a bag on her

They can't even tell who is who cause she don't post a lot of cash on her

Bitches always trying to keep tabs on her

She bad whooo Brag on her

Got to move fast on her

Baby got stripes no plaid on her

Make a homeless Nigga spend his last on her

Ima put a tag on her

Dayyuuum how she shake that ass on her

I'm talking drop top

Straight shots

Ima beat her back in

Bae watch

Tell them bitches tap in

Big yacht

Put it on a caption

We outside

Pull up to the classic they not

Let em know you taxin make knots

So she take the cash and

Band it band it band it

Take the hundreds

Band it band it band it

Make the money

Band it band it band it

Take it from me

I'm talking

Band it band it band it

Take the racks and

Band it band it band it

Take the stacks and

Band it band it band it

They'll understand it make these broke bitches go and panic

Lil mama in the club looking thick with it

100 Women and she still the baddest bitch in it

She got a bag back pockets look like twin midgets

She got a man but a Z Nigga hit different

Ahh Ahh Ahh She got me wanna

Ahh Ahh Ahh Make a Nigga wanna

Ahh Ahh Ahh Lil mama gotta

Uh uh ha ha

All my real bitches keep stepping

Straight finessing

Getting blue cheese no dressing

Y'all on the sideline reffing

Hater keep flexing

I'll slap the shit out your expressing

Call block reception

Me no preference

Real Nigga we a blessing

OG gotta keep em guessing

Aye go best friend

I want her and her best friend

Trap lives matter lil booties matter

Come to the crib let's go make that booty fatter

I don't see a ring little boy you never had her

Real Zoe Nigga all my bitches call me zada

All my haters mad I'ma make em madder

Racks to the ear money tall as ladders

And we

Band it band it band it

Take the racks

Band it band it band it

All my niggas

Banded banded banded

Real nigga

Uh uh uh uh

I'm talking

Bend it bend it bend it

All my bitches

Bend it bend it bend it

All my women

Band it band it band it

Real Nigga

Lil mama in the club looking thick with it

100 Women and she still the baddest bitch in it

She got a bag back pockets look like twin midgets

She got a man but a Z Nigga hit different

Ahh Ahh Ahh She got me wanna

Ahh Ahh Ahh Make a Nigga wanna

Ahh Ahh Ahh Lil mama gotta

Mmm uhm mmm OG make her mmm uhm mmm

She just wanna mm mhm mm God money

Lil mama in the club looking thick with it

100 Women and she still the baddest bitch

She got a bag back pockets look like twin midgets

She got a man but a Z Nigga hit different

Awwwww!

Ahh Ahh Ahh

She got me wanna Ahh Ahh Ahh

Make a Nigga wanna Ahh Ahh Ahh

Lil mama gotta

Uh uh uh uh uh