Bamba (feat. Aitch & BIA)

Babe, come on, let's go, shake your bamba
Babe, let's dance, to the beat backshots
Lots of dollars, dollars, come, take a shot
Tequila-blue, come, give me my glass

International, look, my baby girl
GT3 through the city, aura president
Rich through my talent, crazy decadent
Motherfucker flow like gunshots

Babe, come on, let's go, shake your bamba
Babe, let's dance, to the beat backshots
Lots of dollars, dollars, come, take a shot
Tequila-blue, come, give me my glass
International, look, my baby girl
GT3 through the city, aura president
Rich through my talent, crazy decadent
Motherfucker flow like gunshots

Babe, come on, let's go, shake your bamba
Babe, let's dance, to the beat backshots
Lots of dollars, dollars, come, take a shot
Tequila-blue, come, give me my glass
International, look, my baby girl
GT3 through the city, aura president
Rich through my talent, crazy decadent
Motherfucker flow like gunshots (yeah)
Draped in cash
You got style but the songs don't stick 'cause the tape was wack (woo)
On my usual stuff with the cutest chick when I'm sailing past (yeah, yeah)
Got her boobs lifted and as for the booty she paid some racks
Look, I squeeze five things in the backseat
If we get chased then I'm taking laps (skrr, skrr)
'016 got you tax-free, now I can't say what I paid in tax, heh (shh)
Drill beat, rap beat, trap beat, everyone spun if that's aitch on that (trust me)
Told these jerks exactly those guys are my sons, I don't take it back, yeah, yeah
Brand new balenciaga tracks, what I'm buying my Munich thing (ah-ha)
And I might just buy her a bag depending on what mood I'm in (okay)
Pull her hair out, hit it from the back, I make my girl lose her mind (yeah)
Got my head down, putting in work, so wet, she making me lose my grip

Babe, come on, let's go, shake your bamba
Babe, let's dance, to the beat backshots
Lots of dollars, dollars, come, take a shot
Tequila-blue, come, give me my glass
International, look, my baby girl
GT3 through the city, aura president
Rich through my talent, crazy decadent
Motherfucker flow like gunshots (ah)
Gunshot, gunshot, smoke till my eyes get bloodshot (grrah)
I'm giving glam in my mugshot (ayy)
I caught a buzz or whatnot (uh)
I got some bands on headtops
I'm choosing violence, we drag him up by his dreadlocks
They trying to put me in wedlock (uh)
I got his head in a leg lock (uh)
It cost a bag just to hear me speak
I caught a vibe with a sheikh
I want a top shotta
This p***y not for the weak
I'm never leaving my peak, lock off, lock off
458 with the top off
He's the one that's getting dropped off (uh)
Police on me, I will not stop
You b****es all in my knock-offs (uh)
I got enemies in my yard
I got hennessey in my system (system)
But I ride with faith in God
So I'm never gonna be a victim (rrah)
I got enemies in my yard
I got hennessey in my system
But I ride with faith in God
So I'm never gonna be a victim

Babe, come on, let's go, shake your bamba
Babe, let's dance, to the beat backshots (ah)
Lots of dollars, dollars, come, take a shot (s**t)
Tequila-blue, come, give me my glass (ah)
International, look, my baby girl
GT3 through the city, aura president
Rich through my talent, crazy decadent
Motherfucker flow like gunshots
Yeah, shake like that
Bussdown-babe, my pretty woman, ah (mwuah)
Aura majestic, girl, step in the club dominant, ah (boss)
Body fantastic, girl, get even more imperial, ah (bobo-bobo)
Aura majestic, girl, step in the club dominant, ah
Without scandal in the top-ten-charts
Still heart on the top, on God
Thottie locate in the suite, five stars
And I fly pjs, drive passenger
Body I'm shape, your girls in love
Look, she slides in my messenger
She likes my vibe and my charisma
When she sees me, then in foreign-cars

Babe, come on, let's go, shake your bamba
Babe, let's dance, to the beat backshots
Lots of dollars, dollars, come, take a shot
Tequila-blue, come, give me my glass
International, look, my baby girl
GT3 through the city, aura president
Rich through my talent, crazy decadent
Motherfucker flow like gunshots