Saucy Santana - Boom

It's summertime, and a bitch off work
(Tretrax, I think we got one)
(It's Trax season, bruh)

Hair laid, ass fat
Fuck that job I ain't going back
Rent paid, waist snatched
This money on the line I'ma call you back

I'm finna make the club
Boom shocka locka, boom shocka locka, boom
(Boom shocka locka, boom shocka locka, boom)
I'm finna make the club
Boom shocka locka, boom shocka locka, boom
(Boom shocka locka, boom shocka locka, boom)

Bitch, I'm rich, I don't need yo' shit
I ain't checking for no lame-ass bitch
I ain't got enough time on my wrist
Bitch, I'm out here making money like Mitch
Not me, better play with ya new bitch
I ain't Ella Mai, go on with that boo shit
New nigga, new phone like who this
I'm like new new, all I rock is new shit
Redbone, brown skin, double the ass I don't got no twin
Long nails, ass fat, lace wig down my back
It's the first of the month, what we doing?
You gotta pay my bills if you screwing
Stop blowing me up, bitch, I'm cooling
Bow-legged in the club, ass chewing

Hair laid, ass fat
Fuck that job I ain't going back
Rent paid, waist snatched
This money on the line I'ma call you back

I'm finna make the club
Boom shocka locka, boom shocka locka, boom
(Boom shocka locka, boom shocka locka, boom)
I'm finna make the club
Boom shocka locka, boom shocka locka, boom
(Boom shocka locka, boom shocka locka, boom)

Um, broke boy who you talking to?
I like a nigga with his pockets blue (yeah)
Hit me back when them pockets grew
A rich nigga, boo that's my que
Hit 'em with the boom, shocka locka (boom)
Ass too fat, word to my doctor
Finna add a few rich niggas to my roster
She could never be me, that's a imposter
Talking big shit, act yo' wage
You a small fry, this my stage
Pussy on the prowl, I don't need no cage
Purr, daddy, don't be afraid
My shoes a thousand, the club is crowded
Knees knocking like Meg Thee Stallion
Stomach growling, pussy smiling
Woo, bitch these niggas is wilding

Hair laid, ass fat
Fuck that job I ain't going back
Rent paid, waist snatched
This money on the line I'ma call you back

I'm finna make the club
Boom shocka locka, boom shocka locka, boom
(Boom shocka locka, boom shocka locka, boom)
I'm finna make the club
Boom shocka locka, boom shocka locka, boom
(Boom shocka locka, boom shocka locka, boom)

Hair laid, ass fat
Fuck that job I ain't going back (alright, now)
Rent paid, waist snatched
This money on the line I'ma call you back

I'm finna make the club
Boom shocka locka, boom shocka locka, boom
(Boom shocka locka, boom shocka locka, boom)
I'm finna make the club
Boom shocka locka, boom shocka locka, boom
(Boom shocka locka, boom shocka locka, boom)

Yeah bitches, we out-motherfuckin'-side
Catch me tipping through the motherfuckin' club
Ass like boom, finna take yo' nigga home
I'm gone
(Tretrax, I think we got one)
(It's Trax season, bruh)

Written by:
Deandre Hunter, Jason Mancuso, John Norris III, Rashad Spain

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