Lyrics of 'Best Friend (remix) (feat. Stefflon Don & Doja Cat)' by Saweetie

That's my best friend, she a real bad bitch
Got her own money, she don't need no nig'
On the dance floor, she had two, three drinks
Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in
That's my best friend, she a real bad bitch
Drive her own car, she don't need no lyft
In the strip club (oh, yeah), know my girl gon' tip
Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in

You know I'm always killin' the show
In the streets I'm a lady, in the bed I'm a hoe
Ain't a stripper but I really put it down on the pole
Plus I get dizzy in the kitchen, flick my wrist on the stove
That's my best friend
Touch her and you're gonna need your friend them/there
Bredrin, murda your body like a I wrote that (huh)
Cold cut, ain't got no respect for a hoe (huh)
Lotion, your man wanna drink me like a potion (bet)
Oh shit, make a bitch claw quick
Lick the lolly, poppy, sucky, sucky, no kiss
Pull up on me like a cat and you gon' get that diss
In the box, roddy ricch, better get in and swim
All these niggas wanna fuck on me (yeah)
I get paid to sit pretty, plus my wrist icy (yeah)
Then your man flew me out 'cause he want a bad bih (uh, yeah)
Ass fat, gotta jump, just get into my jeans (woo)
Hot stepper, we hotter than pepper
[?], This a bubble like cheddar
Sixteen shot with the Glock, no pressure
Just spin, if you think you're bad then try to/and touch my best friend

That's my best friend, she a real bad bitch
Got her own money, she don't need no nig'
On the dance floor, she had two, three drinks
Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in
That's my best friend, she a real bad bitch
Drive her own car, she don't need no lyft
In the strip club (oh, yeah), know my girl gon' tip
Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in

Beep beep, is that my bestie in a tessie?
Fresh blow out, skin on ten, ooh, she ready
Bitch, you look goodt, with a t at the end
I'ma hype her every time, that my motherfuckin' friend
She been down since the jellies and the bobos
Now we steppin' out the jeep in manolo's
When we pull up to the scene, they be filled with jealousy
If a bitch get finicky, she gon' bring that energy (pop-pop-pop)
I hit her phone with the tea, like, " bitch, guess what?
All the rich-ass boys wanna fuck on us! "
All this ass sittin' up, you could look, don't touch
In our bag, bust some bands every time we link up

That's my best friend, she a real bad bitch
Got her own money, she don't need no nig'
On the dance floor, she had two, three drinks
Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in
That's my best friend, she a real bad bitch
Drive her own car, she don't need no lyft
In the strip club, know my girl gon' tip
Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in

Hah, best friend, you the baddest and you know it (you know)
Uh-oh, girl I think our booty growin' (ayy, yeah)
Fuck it up in the mirror, hit them poses (pose)
Best friend, damn, you motherfuckin' glowin' (woa-oh)
Best friend, damn, your wrist look like it's frozen
Uh-oh, girl I think our booty growin' (uh-oh)
Fuck it up in the mirror, hit them poses (hit the pose)
Best friend, you my motherfuckin' soulmate