My Shit - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

Brought the MAC out, niggas sat down

I got shit I never had now, I could brag now

Got my bitch a Louis bag now, she could brag now

Bought my bitch a Birkin bag now, she a brat now

Now I’m sittin' in the club in a different bag now

Baby when I pick it up you gon put that ass down

Tell 'em you don’t give a fuck, baby spin that ass 'round

Tell the DJ turn it up, what the fuck is that sound?

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie and it’s always foreign

Yeah I know she like my style, them other niggas borin'

When I pull up, it go skrrt-skrrt, that’s a foreign

When I pull up on a red light, they don’t want it

Yeah I came up from the mud and my baby know that

Introduced her to my plug, now she think she all that

When I first hit her up, no she never wrote back

Then I saw her at the club so I got up on that

Now every time they play this song she say «This is my shit» (This is my shit)

See the flick of my wrist (Flick of my wrist)

And I know she know wassup, baby, this is my shit (This is my shit)

See the flick of my wrist (Flick of my wrist)

They know that’s my bitch, that’s a fact and she stuck with me

When you in my section, fill it up when my cup empty

I can’t fuck with rats, that’s a fact, that’s a dub nigga

All about my F, can’t put water over blood, nigga

Trust me, it get ugly

If I wasn’t gettin' money would you still want me?

If I told you I was broke would you start actin' funny?

This is all I ever wanted, you can’t take it from me

Now every time they play this song, she say «This is my shit» (This is my shit)

See the flick of my wrist (Flick of my wrist)

And I know she know what’s up baby this is my shit (This is my shit)

See the flick of my wrist (Flick of my wrist)