Jigga Who - Saucy Santana

Tre Trax, I think we got one

It’s Trax season bruh

Jigga what, jigga who

This beat gon' move my body

Broke boy stop actin salty

Boy what, boy boo

Put my feet in Jimmy Choos

Need a blue check, don’t sing the blues

Bitch, I throw the backend back in

Always laid, always paid, never lackin

Who that is on the beat, Tre Trackin

Why he callin yo phone, bitch ask him

Girl go call Tyrone, you his bitch

But I got the throne

Pussy good but it ain’t well known

I’m a bad bitch you the shone

Fendi on my body, ducking paparazzi

Sneakin through the lobby

Sing like Whitney, dance like Bobby

Burberry on a Sunday

Rockin Celine on a Monday

Choppin you hoes like a sensei

Bitches know my body, I don’t need no X-Ray

Jigga what, jigga who

This beat gon' move my body

Broke boy stop actin salty

Boy what, boy boo

Put my feet in Jimmy Choos

Need a blue check, don’t sing the blues

Bitch what’s the energy

Is you a opp, or you a friend to me

Bank account on infinity

Pussy tighter than virginity

Off white for my off nights

Make him buy the pussy, first class flights

Got the game on lock, what’s the combination

Boy you ain’t talking about shit, what’s the conversation

Anejo for my a holes, put my legs in the air with my white toes

Nigga eat this cat 'fore it foreclose

Not a DJ, but bitch I get chose

Don’t like red, we don’t drink no coke

Fly bitch we don’t do no coke

Eat this ass, I don’t need no throat

I don’t want no simp nigga, drive this boat

Jigga what, jigga who

This beat gon' move my body

Broke boy stop actin salty

Boy what, boy boo

Put my feet in Jimmy Choos

Need a blue check, don’t sing the blues