Freaky Girl

[Chorus]
I'm a very freaky girl, take me to your mama
Then let's hit your bank and run up your commas
I'm a very freaky girl, take me to your mama
Then let's hit your bank and run up your commas
I'm a very freaky, very, very freaky girl
Very freaky, very, very freaky girl
I'm a very freaky girl, take me to your mama
Then let's hit your bank and run up your commas

[Verse 1]
If you a broke nigga, then you can't get my number
But if your bank account full, we might be on to something
Small dudes, tall dudes, I like my niggas loaded
Who ain't scared to bring it out, he got it all on him
GT3 Porsche, I told him I can drive a stick
And when I get off that Patrón, I like to ride his dick
No statue of limitations, I'm a freaky chick
He wanna eat my ass, he wanna lick my clit
I heard them big boys spend it by the duffle
And if he turn me on, then he might be in trouble
C'est la vie, don't be mad 'cause your nigga on me
He said you all talk and you can't take the D
I put his ass to sleep every time we link and meet
And licked him from his head to his toes, he yellin', "Ooh-wee"
It ain't trickin' if you got it, what you sayin', daddy?
He say I'm really poppin' and he wanna rub my fatty

[Chorus]
I'm a very freaky girl, take me to your mama
Then let's hit your bank and run up your commas
I'm a very freaky girl, take me to your mama
Then let's hit your bank and run up your commas
I'm a very freaky, very, very freaky girl
Very freaky, very, very freaky girl
I'm a very freaky girl, take me to your mama
Then let's hit your bank and run up your commas

[Verse 2]
I like buyin' out the mall, I want a mansion on the hill
I wear slim tight dresses with some nice designer heels
I want a big dick man, I just love how they feel
And this pussy straight drop, I have to show 'em that it's real
If you can't keep up, then don't speak up tryna waste a bitch time
You say your time is money, I feel the same way 'bout mine
Twenty piece, fuck is a dime? I see you like them average bitches
With them lil' average cars, makin' average digits
Just got a text from my ex, he say he tryna hit
He know he broke as fuck, man, that nigga better quit
He always tryna wine and dine, his face, I like to ride
But he still live with his brother, and see me, I ain't got time
Is you ballin' or you lyin'? Your game weak, stop tryin'
I'm super sexy, yeah, I know, it ain't no denyin'
Let's get some food, is you buyin'? You can't even afford me
But my white boy rich and he say he adore me, yeah

[Chorus]
I'm a very freaky girl, take me to your mama
Then let's hit your bank and run up your commas
I'm a very freaky girl, take me to your mama
Then let's hit your bank and run up your commas
I'm a very freaky, very, very freaky girl
Very freaky, very, very freaky girl
I'm a very freaky girl, take me to your mama
Then let's hit your bank and run up your commas

[Outro]
Very freaky girl
Ve-very freaky girl
Very freaky girl
Ve-ve-very freaky girl