There's nothing I love more than a girl that's on her money

Oh, shawty inda bando

If you knew what we do for the money

She wanna grind with me, grind with me

Na na na na

Shawty inda bando

If you knew what we do for the money

She wanna grind with me, grind with me

Na na na na

Told my old girl I'mma be a star but she never listened

Now she's burning, cuz' I'm on the television

J Hus, Talk of the City

No, I can't look at her twice

Wait, look at her thighs

Na, my new girl badder

Plus she's a Hus like me, Hus like me

Ain't no man that she trust like me

And she be inda bando just like me

Grind hard, Hus be a fly guy

My new grub with my plug's doing guy-guy

Pick up your rasclart phone

What type of fuckery

I stepped out the smart car

Old shape Huaraches on

Smelling like the danka's piff

Shoutout my yardi don

J Hus boogie dance, when I get my party on

Ay yo, my yute, where you get your carti from

Lard, they don't wanna grind

I put tine on my wrist

I can't even tell the time, I need cream

Them man can't trust me

I'mma move like

Cuz I got my shawty inda bando, shawty inda bando

She want ride with this nigga call me Django

I told her if you get stopped by the feds

Girl, you better plug the food between your legs

And show some respect

She said she's on my team

Even got a gold tooth like me

Want be my wifey

I told Hus, and we're killing them

Brown skin, sick weave, hair Brazilian

Trap queen and she's all mine

But fuck with her, she gon' hold nine

On the strip for the whole night

But when that bitch gimme uckie I tell her don't bite