Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Chasing them bright lights
Even change your name
Say you a boss now
Ain't nothin' out your range
Well, almost anything
You used to be Mr. 'All About We'
Now you're just thirsty for celebrity
Best thing that happened to your ass was me
Pull down them Tom Fords and act like you see
You, thirsty for a dream
Leaving me drowning
Boy there ain't no S.O.S.
Filled with discontent
Finding you can't quench
Why you try so damn hard
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Uh, you thirsty
Rich Homie Quan:
Somebody get this girl a glass of water
I say she six nickels, not a dime past a quarter
Her daddy question me why she thirsty, nigga ask your daughter
Back up off me, you look a little salty
So thirsty, should drink coffee
And you ain't really gotta keep hittin' my phone, I see every message
Texting me asking where I'm going, baby girl stop stressin'
Then I walked in like the man of the year with these thirsty girls in my section
These thirsty girls want a blessin'
Get wet, you won't get shit from me
No defect, but you can get the D
No sequel, it's only one of me
That thirsty bitch she slit my tires
It got me on fire
Rich Homie Quan times Mariah, sing!
Boss now, you're trying to be a boss now
Thinking you a boss now
Boy you just looking thirsty now
Boss now, you're trying to be a boss now
Thinking you a G now
Boy you're just looking thirsty now
You know you thirsty
See your name in lights
And dream of fancy cars
Like superstars
You don't know who you are
That VIP
Too far for you to see
Outside the club
@-ing me constantly
Can't get the real math
'Cause boy you're thirsty
Album version written by M. Carey, C. Hollis, D. “Blu June” Andrews, M. Tatum.
Produced by Mariah Carey and Hit-Boy. Co-produced by Rey Reel.
