DJ Khaled Ft Latto X City Girls – Bills Paid Lyrics

Intro: DJ Khaled
We the Best Music
Y’all ready what’s about to happen?
Get yo’ money up (Another one)
Anthem’s only
Miami, ATL
DJ Khaled

Verse 1: Latto
Hol’ up, yeah, let me check something (Uh)
Please, don’t check for me until the check come
He asked me what’s my horoscope, I said, “A dollar sign”
Give a fuck ’bout you and yours ’cause I’ma die for mine
Blue hundreds in the pink Birkin (Birkin)
Swiping with no limit like I’m big person (Yeah)
They say I be curving niggas, yeah, a bitch curvy (Yeah)
I get even when I’m done, he gon’ need a Perky (Woo)

Chorus: Latto
I want my bills paid (Yup), rent paid (Yeah)
Nails did (Uh-huh), hair slay (Yeah)
Keep the pussy juicy like it’s marinated (Uh)
The way I be killing shit, I need interrogating (Woo)

Verse 2: Latto
Pull up foreign and I park in the front (Scoop)
Big chilling when I’m sparking a blunt
Bitches knowing that I’m one of them ones
You can have your nigga back when I’m done (Yeah)
I like my niggas in the field like Beckham (Yeah)
Made him come up off a check when I met him (When I met him)
He’ll fuck around and go broke if I let ’em
When I meet a nigga, this what I tell him (This what I tell him)

Chorus: Latto
I want my bills paid (Yup), rent paid (Yeah)
Nails did (Uh-huh), hair slay (Yeah)
Keep the pussy juicy like it’s marinated (Uh)
The way I be killing shit, I need interrogating (Woo)
I want my bills paid (Yeah), rent paid (Yup)
Nails did (Uh-huh), hair slay (Uh)
Ain’t no such thing as enough, baby (Nah)
Boss bitch, got my own but you can upgrade it (Woo)

Post-Chorus: Latto & DJ Khaled
Make him work for it (Work, uh, work)
Make him work for it (Work, uh, work)
Make him work for it (Work, uh, work, let’s go)

Verse 3: Latto
Look, wet pussy gon’ cost you (Yeah)
But don’t get it confused, I can do without you (On God)
I need them Bottega boots with the clear bottom (Yeah)
If I ever dealt with him, then I still got him (Ha)
Mugler leggings hugging my butt
Got the Gen5 Glock in the clutch (Boop)
If my bills ain’t paid, he ain’t doing enough (What?)
Niggas ain’t shit, they barely enough, the fuck?

Post-Chorus: Latto, DJ Khaled & JT
Make him work for it (Work, uh, work)
Make him work for it (Work, uh, work, yeah)
Make him work for it (Work, uh, yeah, work, City Girls)

Verse 4: JT
Nasty bitch, flip dick like gymnastics
Street bitch, how you think I end up in the palace? (Cash)
Big crib, big diamonds
Pulled up in that drop, bitches ain’t looking excited (Ah)
Black hoochie, dressed down in Louis
Brand new ass, niggas wanna feel my booty
My life is a movie, I’m the star, for certain (Yeah)
City Girls the reason y’all hoes know ’bout Birkins (Facts)

Verse 5: Yung Miami
Twisted through the club like a runway, bitch
Shawty smoking like a blunt, bitch, I bet your man wanna hit
Sneaky leak with a rich nigga, slicker than this
And if you see a hating ho, blow a kiss (Mwah)
Bop it through the club, I see it’s wallets in here
Miami in the spot, so it’s cameras in here
Ugly hoes is hating, I can tell by the glare
The way you talking shit, I can tell them veneers