Buss It - Kash Doll

Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open

Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open

Bust that shit open, bust that shit open

Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open

Bust that shit open, bust that shit open

Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open

No time for lil' boy games, tell that nigga cut it out (Period)

Fuck them little ass chains, tell that nigga ice me out

I got ass for days and these bitches in a drought

Told him grab my waist when I bend down and poke it out (Ah)

I heard you a hater 'cause your nigga is a fan

Only fuck with rich niggas, bitch, I don’t want your man

He tryna see this ass in person, he tired of seein' it on the 'Gram

And for these frilly ass hoes, I don’t wanna be your friend, bitch

Bust down, go and put your hands on your hip (Ayy)

Rich bitch, got a hundred bands on my wrist (Ayy)

You dismissed, I might have to cancel out that bitch (Ayy)

Do a split split, I’ma do pilates on the dick

Where you get it from?

(I get it from my mama)

Where you get it from?

(I get it from my mama)

Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open

Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open

Bust that shit open, bust that shit open

Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open

Bust that shit open, bust that shit open

Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open

Ooh, money get me in the mood

If you ain’t got it, you gon' see me turn rude

All these curves, you gon' make me curve you

Put this pussy on a plate, nigga, I’ma serve you

Ass fat, big bag, full of cash (Full of cash)

Broke boy, I ain’t worried 'bout your cash

I be laughin' to the bank, yeah, I got the last laugh

He in love with thick bitches, boy, I got ass ass

Ass bouncin' like the South (Like the South)

Spent two thousand on this blouse (On this blouse)

If she ain’t bad, point her out (Point her out)

If he ain’t got it, put him out

Where you get it from?

(I get it from my mama)

Where you get it from?

(I get it from my mama)

Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open

Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open

Bust that shit open, bust that shit open

Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open

Where the bad bitches at?

(Ayy)

Where the thick bitches at?

(Ayy)

Where them boss ass, hoodrat, real bitches at?

(Ayy)

Where the school bitches at?

(Ayy)

Where the rude bitches at?

(Ayy)

Where my nine-to-five, makin' shit move bitches at?

(Ayy)

Where you get it from?

(I get it from my mama)

Where you get it from?

(I get it from my mama)

Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open

Put your hands on your knees, then bust that shit open

Bust that shit open, bust that shit open

Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open

Bust that shit open, bust that shit open

Bust that shit, bust that shit, bust that shit open

30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga