What You Got by Nayla Beauty Lyrics

What does he have Ali?
What you got?
Grrr

Show me what you got
Show me, show me what you got
Give me what you got
Give me, give me what you got
Show me what you got
Show me, show me what you got
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
I'll ride you to the moon and back
To the moon and back
I'll ride you to the moon and back
To the moon and back

Boy, girl, I don't give a fuck (bitch I'm bi)
Talk that talk let's do it up (both sides)
Show me what you got
I will tell you what you get
These legs won't spread
Y-You better cut the check (facts)
No regret
This kitty stay wet
That's why they upset
I'm the topic on the wеb
Don't blame me
Talk to your man
He bе in my comments
Talk spicy, going spam
He my biggest fan
Ima like his picture
Let him think he got a chance
He like me, she hate me
She don't understand
Does she like boys?
I think it's a scam
I can let her lick it
If she got the bands
Show me what you got
Show me, show me what you got
Give me what you got
Give me, give me what you got
Show me what you got
Show me, show me what you got
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
I'll ride you to the moon and back
To the moon and back
I'll ride you to the moon and back
To the moon and back
Show me what you got
Show me, show me what you got
Give me what you got
Give me, give me what you got
Show me what you got
Show me, show me what you got
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
I'll ride you to the moon and back
To the moon and back
I'll ride you to the moon and back
To the moon and back (Kid Lit!)

K-I-D to the L-I-T
Ain't nobody else deliver pressure on the beat
Ain't nobody else can make a diamond from the heat
Ain't nobody else so quick to bless you with the tea
B-I-G to the K-I-D
D-diamonds on my wrist, and yeah I got it for the free
Yeah you said you want a kiss, send me a Benji for the fee
Ch-ch-check up on the list, a Louis luggage with the key
I kill the look, I kill the scene
Every time I step outside
I'm talking Puerto Rican Princess
Like a double homicide
Like Joseline, I'm a queen
And I'm a fiend for Supreme
Black on black, looking clean
Call me Jack, count my beans
I kill the look, I kill the scene
Every time I step outside
I'm talking Puerto Rican Princess
Like a double homicide
Like Joseline, I'm a queen
And I'm a fiend for Supreme
Black on black, looking clean
Call me Jack, count my beans
Show me what you got
Show me, show me what you got
Give me what you got
Give me, give me what you got
Show me what you got
Show me, show me what you got
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
I'll ride you to the moon and back
To the moon and back
I'll ride you to the moon and back
To the moon and back
Show me what you got
Show me, show me what you got
Give me what you got
Give me, give me what you got
Show me what you got
Show me, show me what you got
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
I'll ride you to the moon and back
To the moon and back
I'll ride you to the moon and back
To the moon and back