[Intro: Mulatto]
Ah, shit
Oh
Ice, uh-huh
Big Latto
(It's WHIPPED CREAM)
[Verse 1: Mulatto]
Hop out the whip in Dior
I push to start, ain't no key
I blow a bag when I'm bored
Don't leave your nigga 'round me (Uh)
If I reach in that new Coco, I'm finna go loco, bitch, you better duck (Uh)
Handle all my problems dolo, I'm pullin' up solo, bitch, just like my cup
Hop out the 6 (Hop out the 6)
And these bitches sick (And these bitches sick)
I take your nigga and I flood his face, just like my wrist (Just like my wrist)
And I want the smoke, I dare one these rap bitches go'n drop a diss
The coupe automatic, but you know I'm still riding 'round with that stick
[Chorus: Mulatto, Baby Goth & Both]
Bitch, do I look like I care? (Care)
Bitch, do I look like I'm scared? (Scared)
Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I?
I do not want your man (Your man)
Bitch, do I look likе a fan? (Fan, WHIPPED CREAM)
Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I? (WHIPPED CREAM)
[Verse 2: Baby Goth]
She do not want trouble
Hop out the whip and I'm bustin' your bubblе
We got the piece like a puzzle
Hit like a belt buckle
I let the cookie crumble, he eat it up and it's not subtle
My drip is not humble, Henny buzz just like a bee, bumble (Bzzz)
Fuck like aerobics, he wanna grab it
He want my balance, he want some status
Soon as I cash in, all of 'em dashin'
I leave these hatin'-ass hoes in a casket
Cremating the scene, we not fuckin' with average
Bringin' the heat, it's gon' leave you in ashes
[Chorus: Both, Baby Goth & Mulatto]
Bitch, do I look like I care? (Care)
Bitch, do I look like I'm scared? (Scared)
Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I?
I do not want you want your man (Your man)
Bitch, do I look like a fan? (Fan)
Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I?
[Verse 3: Mulatto]
These bitches don't want no trouble
I pull up on bitches and pop at they bubble
Just want the face, I don't wanna cuddle
Don't want your nigga 'cause he undercover
Chill at the jeweler with VVs
A rack for the sneaker, they CC
I bet your lil' sister wan' meet me
A nigga wan' freak me, but I make him eat me
Big Latto worth a cool million
That's why these hoes in they feelings
Creep down your block and I kick door
Them niggas still robbing and killing
Fuck do you mean? I don't even read, but I keep magazines
Can't sell my soul for no contract, nah, I ain't on that
Bitch, stop playin' with me
[Chorus: Both & Baby Goth]
Bitch, do I look like I care? (Care)
Bitch, do I look like I'm scared? (Scared)
Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I?
I do not want you want your man (Your man)
Bitch, do I look like a fan? (Fan)
Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
