Doom

[Verse 1: Blac Chyna]
Uh, he call me his baby, his Lil Boosie, I'm like, "Wipe me down"
As soon as I say, "Do it", he get to it, I'm excited now
Foreign in it, sitting in six digits, how we ride around
Money all I talk, don't make a sound, broke ho, quiet down
Shut it up, get a good stretch in, now run it up
Uh, shitting on a weak bitch life, I don't want your advice, nah, nah, you ain't done enough
And I know for sure, no, you ain't got enough either
Having these racks is such a reliever
Bet I'ma get me a check, and I'm pressing Diors on these hoes necks, and thеy won't get a breather

[Chorus: Blac Chyna & Asian Doll]
Why? Bitch, if I was you, I'd hatе me too, huh, lil' bitch, huh
Bitch, if I was you, I'd hate me too, I get it
Bitch, if I was you, I'd hate me too (Bitch, I)
Bitch, if I was you, then I'd probably hate my fine ass too
Pulling up looking like, "Ooh, ah"
And y'all looking like, "Boo", uh
Bitch, this shit what I do, huh
Don't act brand new
I be pulling up looking like, "Ooh"
Now, the question is, who is you? (The fuck?)
Bitch, if I was you, then I'd probably hate my fine ass too (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Asian Doll]
Bitch, I'd hate me to (Uh-huh)
Got a rich side nigga and a main nigga too (Yeah)
Gotta buy a new body if you calling me boo (Uh-huh)
Dope boy gang bang, slurp the pussy like a soup (Uh-huh)
Big Body Benz, hoes crying in the coupe (Coupe)
Bitch, them stars in this roof (Roof)
That nigga lie once (Uh-huh), then he through (Goodbye)
He buy me Gucci for this cooch (This cooch)
You ain't talking money, lil' bitch, don't say it (Shh, shh)
Versace sheets spread on my bed (Uh-huh)
He lay me down and give me head (Top)
He do what I say like Simon Says
I'm a bad lil' bitch, leave a nigga on read (Uh-huh)
Shorty tweaked, popping meds (Gone)
Pussy poppin' on his leg (Thottie)
I like them niggas with them dreads (Uh-huh)

[Chorus: Blac Chyna]
Why? Bitch, if I was you, I'd hate me too, huh, lil' bitch, huh
Bitch, if I was you, I'd hate me too, I get it
Bitch, if I was you, I'd hate me too (Bitch, I)
Bitch, if I was you, then I'd probably hate my fine ass too
Pulling up looking like, "Ooh, ah"
And y'all looking like, "Boo", uh
Bitch, this shit what I do, huh
Don't act brand new
I be pulling up looking like, "Ooh"
Now, the question is, who is you?
Bitch, if I was you, then I'd probably hate my fine ass too

[Verse 3: Blac Chyna]
Now that I think about it
Bitch, if I was you, I'd probably hate the bad bitch that I see when I'm looking at me too
So fuck it, I ain't even mad
Baby, go get you a bag, I promise it'll make you feel different
You should go get you some real business and stay the fuck up out of mine, ho
This bitch here a hustler, I could find Ben Frank under a blind fold
Back back and let a bitch get her shine on
These VVS's, not the rhinestones
Exotic car with the striker sitting underneath and that's all that we slide on
Make me some money, then make some more after that, promise that's all on my mind, though

[Chorus: Blac Chyna]
Bitch, if I was you, I'd hate me too, huh, lil' bitch, huh
Bitch, if I was you, I'd hate me too, I get it
Bitch, if I was you, I'd hate me too (Bitch, I)
Bitch, if I was you, then I'd probably hate my fine ass too
Pulling up looking like, "Ooh, ah"
And y'all looking like, "Boo", uh
Bitch, this shit what I do, huh
Don't act brand new
I be pulling up looking like, "Ooh"
Now, the question is, who is you?
Bitch, if I was you, then I'd probably hate my fine ass too