[Intro: Leesta]
She hit me on my phone and she hit me on my Snap (Loesoe going crazy!)
Hit me on my phone, no no

[Chorus: Leesta]
She hit me on my phone and she hit me on my Snap
And I know that girl a dime but I still won't call her back
I got big back ends, I been playing with the racks
Put that Birkin on her shoulder, she might catch a heart attack
I got Fendi, I got Louis, I got shooters from my opps
I got bitches tryna fuck me from my city to your block
I put Prada on my shoe and I put Gucci on my sock
When they ask me how much it cost, told 'em a lot

[Verse 1: Tommy Ice]
I put Birkin on her shoulder, put my n***as on my back
I put that bitch on a pedestal, I hope she hit me back
I'm so lonely, with my dogs like a pack
She been blowing up my line, know I wanna hit her back
But she bad for me, but I'm really in my bag
So I pull up in a Benz, tell these bitches to get back
Aye lil' bitch, think I'm rich, she on my dick, woah
What is this? Yeah, I'm rich

[Chorus: Leesta]
She hit me on my phone and she hit me on my Snap
And I know that girl a dime but I still won't call her back
I got big back ends, I been playing with the racks
Put that Birkin on her shoulder, she might catch a heart attack
I got Fendi, I got Louis, I got shooters from my opps
I got bitches tryna fuck me from my city to your block
I put Prada on my shoe and I put Gucci on my sock
When they ask me how much it cost, told 'em a lot
[Verse 2: Leesta]
I told her, "Don't believe the gossip that you hear about me"
I put Saint Laurent on my back, boy I'm getting fleek
Lately, I been going crazy, bitches tryna tame me
Threw ice on my AP, now they love or hate me
They tryna take advantage 'cause I got some racks
I'm covered in Valentino shoes but I don't run track
I told 'em once I go to LA, there is no coming back
It's the lifestyle, these bitches fell in love with that
I'm in the hills, I'm popping pills
Still sippin' on the Tech, man I been popping seals
Put a clip up on my Tec, might let it pop for real
I put a Patek on your bitch and now she wanna chill
She wanna top me, she wanna ride
I just got a new Benz, who wanna see inside?
I feel out of place, I feel out of place beside
She was tryna lie
I just hopped up in that Porsche 911 to ride

[Chorus: Leesta]
She hit me on my phone and she hit me on my Snap
And I know that girl a dime but I still won't call her back
I got big back ends, I been playing with the racks
Put that Birkin on her shoulder, she might catch a heart attack
I got Fendi, I got Louis, I got shooters from my opps
I got bitches tryna fuck me from my city to your block
I put Prada on my shoe and I put Gucci on my sock
When they ask me how much it cost, told 'em a lot