PLUTO - WHIM WHAMIEE

Big PLUTO, bitch, like, what the fuck?
Slidin' down Ashby with the brew, you know we deep as fuck (We deep as fuck, ho)
He want me bad, heard he a duck, can't get no coochie out the queen, put some Lulu on this butt (Lululemon)
Fuck a scram, we gettin' money
Fresh to death when I pop out, ho, you forever lookin' funny (You lookin' funny, ho)
Free pickin', bitch, I'm with the gang, called up bro, somethin' like a choir, they gon' let them Dracos sing (Gra-da-da-da)

[Pre-Chorus: PLUTO]
Whim, wham, bitch, you burnt out (Yo)
Whim, wham, oh, bitch, I'm turnt now (Oh bitch, I'm turnt)
Catchin' plays, stay out the way (Mhm)
That's my type, I'm tryna fuck, bitch, and right now (Right now)

[Chorus: PLUTO]
Yeah, we gettin' money (Huh)
Yeah, we gettin' pape' (For sure)
Shake that ass, hit a split, throw that wham all in his face
We forever gettin' money, you forever gon' be mad
Somethin' like BunnaB, 'cause her nigga dropped the bag
Shake that ass, ho (Shake that ass), whim, whamie
Go get a bag, ho (Uh-huh, uh-huh), 'cause you don't scare me (Uh-huh, ho)
Shake that ass, ho, whim, whamie (Huncho PLUTO)
Go get a bag ho, 'cause you don't scare me (Don't scare me)