Refrain: Pusha T 
My bitch hot, like she d'ing up the spot 
My bitch hot, like she d'ing up the spot (D, d, d-ing up) 
She AP and really eat a nigga's watch (D-ing up the spo-o-o-o-t) 
My bitch hot, like she d'ing up the spot

Verse 1: Pusha T & Kanye West 
She keep a lit 16, a network of typers 
Fuck selling the pipers to get the baby the diapers 
Call the bitch "Swiffer" 'cause all she know is swipers 
Fuck a rap nigga, but she don't need him to wife her 
(D-ing up the spo-o-o-o-t) 
Benz trucker, all your mans want to fuck her 
She get a nigga cleaned up too, you need a buffer? 
Travel out to them islands in Thailand 
She don't know if it's Lanvin or Lanvin 
All she know, if it's my hands, it's pie hands 
All she want is the monograms and my bands 
Charcuteries (Yo, what, what is charcuteries?) 
(Man, it's, it's when you go to your hotel room 
And they got the cheese and the fucking pepperoni 
Sliced on a little wood board, waiting on you) 
New jewelries, new taste levels, shit, she be schooling me

Chorus: Pusha T
I got a bitch that will master your card
Nice with the Visas, passports is art
Every page inked up, her and the bitches link up
They think they hear the drum and the machine when it syncs up
Heads boppin', boop, bopty boop bop
Who you think showed you that Chanel did the tube socks?
Busting down watches, rental whips in the garages
She don't trick but she charges

Verse 2: Pusha T & Kash Doll
Lotta double C's, double g's
(You know how I do it)
New body parts, they double D's
(You know how I do it)
The dual exhaust is double V's
(You know how I do it)
You niggas talk, she fucking me
Her mother saying she should be a nurse hurts
But she just worry about who got the purse first
I tried to tell her, "Go to real estate school"
She say, "Don't you see these fucking dealer plates fool?
You know the rush it is to know bitches hate you
'Cause they man is locked up but still laced you
And you know I need it twice, so it takes two
Fendi cross-body, fanny pack beige blue
Nigga

Chorus: Pusha T
I got a bitch that will master your card
Nice with the Visas, passports is art
Every page inked up, her and the bitches link up
They think they hear the drum and the machine when it syncs up
Heads boppin', boop, bopty boop bop
Who you think showed you that Chanel did the tube socks?
Busting down watches, rental whips in the garages
She don't trick but she charges

Refrain: Pusha T
My bitch hot, like she d'ing up the spot
My bitch hot, like she d'ing up the spot (D, d, d-ing up the spot)
She AP and really eat a nigga's watch (Heating up the spot)
My bitch hot, like she d'ing up the spot (D, d)