[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
Freaky-ass lil' bitch
Tellin' this bitch
She know what we
Bitch, you know what time it is
Alright, hmm, ayy, ayy (Iced Up Records)

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Bitch, you need me, bitch, I know you need me, I make shit look easy
I'm too freezy, never cuff no breezy, I just fuck and feed 'em
Fuck who see me, I get sucked off G because I'm up on TV
Freaky ho, pussy feel like Fiji, I came up off KeKe
Way too needy, but she stay on fleeky, I hit that so freely
Rollie blingy, I nicknamed her Trina, I'm her ghetto genie
So much paper, I just might AP me, bitch, I'm set for leezy
Pour a pint, I sip mud like Weezy, ghetto boy like Peezy
Call it quits, then she double back just to throw it back
Throw her a sack, I might quartеrback, I got all the racks
If she thick, then I might spеnd a check, I fuck all the rats
Thirty thousand stuffed in all my pants, we throw all of that

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Bitch, you need me
Old ghetto-ass bitch
You know, you keep callin' my phone, bitch, you know what time it is
You know I
Bitch, I'm him, I ain't them
No, I ain't none of them other n***as
Know how we come for this shit, ho
Bitch, you need me
Freaky-ass bitch, look
Baby daddy keep callin' my phone
Better tell that n***a what we did, old bitch
You outta your mind, yeah, stand up (Bitch, you need me)
[Verse 2: Dreezy]
Me and my bitch probably already swept your block, we finessed all the trappers
He think he the shit 'cause he paid my rent, these n***as be ballin' backwards
My shooters come fire where you post, don't check his post, just call the pastor
I don't even wanna claim these hoes as my son, fuck it, they all bastards (I ain't your mama, ho)
What we talkin' 'bout?
Smoke or the D, I never run from it (Nah)
Couple racks, that's hush money
Under five hundred, that's lunch money
Make him crash out like a stunt dummy
This a big body, not a punch buggy
If he layin' in my California king the only time I let a n***a cum for me
Lil' gutter, brown butter, cup look like Reeses, and my diamonds pieces
Give a fuck how old the beef, can't talk to me like Wop did Jeezy
Fuck I look like askin' for some cash? N***a, need my own Visa
'Fore a lil' bitch say my name don't forget Big in front of Dreezy

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo & Dreezy]
Bitch, you need me
It's Big motherfuckin' Dreez', n***a
Put some respect on my shit
I don't even know who the fuck you thought you was talkin' to anyway
Goofy-ass n***a, extra-ass n***a
I ain't your old ho, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Bitch, you need me
And I don't need shit from your ass
And any, anything you do for me is a motherfuckin' privilege, n***a, remember that
You know who the fuck you with, act like it (Ho, ho)
I make you look good, n***a
Bitch, you need me