OG Win - Pretty Tingz (Ah Ah Ah) (Radio Edit)

Mmm uhm mmm
OG make her mmm uhm mmm
She just wanna mm mhm mm
God Money
Know me how ta
Show me how ta
No me how ta
Big Z Shit
Don't the money make you move
Don't the money make you smooth
Don't the money make you choose
Ba ba ba

Lil mama got a future and a past on her
Everybody passed on her
Little do they know she got a bag on her
They can't even tell who is who cause she don't post a lot of cash on her
Bitches always trying to keep tabs on her
She bad whooo Brag on her
Got to move fast on her
Baby got stripes no plaid on her
Make a homeless Nigga spend his last on her
Ima put a tag on her
Dayyuuum how she shake that ass on her
I'm talking drop top
Straight shots
Ima beat her back in
Bae watch
Tell them bitches tap in
Big yacht
Put it on a caption
We outside
Pull up to the classic they not
Let em know you taxin make knots
So she take the cash and
Band it band it band it
Take the hundreds
Band it band it band it
Make the money
Band it band it band it
Take it from me
I'm talking
Band it band it band it
Take the racks and
Band it band it band it
Take the stacks and
Band it band it band it
They'll understand it make these broke bitches go and panic

Lil mama in the club looking thick with it
100 Women and she still the baddest bitch in it
She got a bag back pockets look like twin midgets
She got a man but a Z Nigga hit different
Ahh Ahh Ahh She got me wanna
Ahh Ahh Ahh Make a Nigga wanna
Ahh Ahh Ahh Lil mama gotta

Uh uh ha ha
All my real bitches keep stepping
Straight finessing
Getting blue cheese no dressing
Y'all on the sideline reffing
Hater keep flexing
I'll slap the shit out your expressing
Call block reception
Me no preference
Real Nigga we a blessing
OG gotta keep em guessing
Aye go best friend
I want her and her best friend
Trap lives matter lil booties matter
Come to the crib let's go make that booty fatter
I don't see a ring little boy you never had her
Real Zoe Nigga all my bitches call me zada
All my haters mad I'ma make em madder
Racks to the ear money tall as ladders
And we
Band it band it band it
Take the racks
Band it band it band it
All my niggas
Banded banded banded
Real nigga
Uh uh uh uh
I'm talking
Bend it bend it bend it
All my bitches
Bend it bend it bend it
All my women
Band it band it band it
Real Nigga

Lil mama in the club looking thick with it
100 Women and she still the baddest bitch in it
She got a bag back pockets look like twin midgets
She got a man but a Z Nigga hit different
Ahh Ahh Ahh She got me wanna
Ahh Ahh Ahh Make a Nigga wanna
Ahh Ahh Ahh Lil mama gotta

Mmm uhm mmm OG make her mmm uhm mmm
She just wanna mm mhm mm God money

Lil mama in the club looking thick with it
100 Women and she still the baddest bitch
She got a bag back pockets look like twin midgets
She got a man but a Z Nigga hit different
Awwwww!
Ahh Ahh Ahh
She got me wanna Ahh Ahh Ahh
Make a Nigga wanna Ahh Ahh Ahh
Lil mama gotta
Uh uh uh uh uh

Written by:
Winder Polynice

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