MAH BOI Lyrics – DDG, ian

Read the full MAH BOI lyrics by DDG and ian from the album HIT-A-THON along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy DDG's music, you can also explore POP IT and ROUND & ROUND, two other songs by DDG.

[Intro: ian]
Huh
Yeah
(Zip) Uh-huh (Got thirty), yeah (Huh), hey

[Verse 1: ian]
I just told DDG, "Pass the shot"
I got these hoes playing basketball
Roll up a zip of Biscotti, I'm pimping, got thirty-three hoes in here dancing on me (Yeah, huh, hey)
Cinnamon coated the Aston Martin
Ceiling go missing, we astronaut-ing (Ha, ha)
Roll up the window real quick, got a spliff in my hand, going one-fifty past a cop (Nroom)
Damn (Hey), thick s*it twerking on me with my jammies on (Ow)
Damn (Ow), you bought that cap-ass Rick off of Amazon (That s*it fake)
She a burnt-out ho, if she call me up one more time, I'm cutting my celly off (Cut it)
This my first time showing my face in a while, but I had to come hit up the Hit-A-Thon (Hit, hit, hit)

[Chorus: ian]
You could give up on calling your ho, she in Santo Domingo, rubbing my back, my boy
We sipping piña coladas and petting flamingos, give us a sec', my boy (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
You ain't been making no buckets, that's not a opinion, look at the stats, my boy
ian post up on your wifey then step back, uh, nothing but net, my boy

[Verse 2: DDG]
Shh, nothing but net, my boy
Shh, counting up checks, my boy
Do not pull up to the same function that we is at, or you will get pressed, my boy (Ayy)
She cannot come to the phone, she giving me dome, just send her a text, my boy (Come on)

[Interlude: DDG & ian]
Yo, ian, pass me a white ho
Alright, bet, just pass me some thick s*it

[Verse 3: DDG]
I can turn a broke ho to a rich b!tch
She used to Coach and I put her in Christian, yeah
If she throw that s*it back, I'ma blitz it (Hmm)
I'ma tackle that pu*sy like hit-stick
Thought I was bleeding, d!ck covered in lipstick
Shawty off X and she going ballistic (Fah)

[Verse 4: ian]
Got your ho in here fu*king, I knew what was coming like I seen this s*it on the Simpsons (I knew it)
Got the Birkin, if she play her cards real perfect, she might get another for Christmas (Ha, ha)
All the broads still chirping, my car still swerving, I know I'm gon' take it the distance (Ha, ha)
Got your ho in here wet than a river, you pull up, she turn to a Popeyes' biscuit (Ah)

[Verse 5: DDG]
You got your ho here, dried up
N!ggas in the A right now, I'm fired up (Stop)
Your ho watch my story, just slide up
I can fu*k any bad b!tch with a line-up (B!tch)
We don't need no fu*king designer
Plain white tee, got your ho in a riser (Hot)
All this paper, my wallet a binder (Hot, hot)
Got your ho in the 'burbs, come and find her (Hot, hot)

[Chorus: ian]
You could give up on calling your ho, she in Santo Domingo, rubbing my back, my boy
We sipping piña coladas and petting flamingos, give us a sec', my boy
You ain't been making no buckets, that's not a opinion, look at the stats, my boy
ian post up on your wifey then step back, uh, nothing but net, my boy