Chase Atlantic & Maggie Lindemann – OHMAMI Remix Lyrics

Bitch, I’m fuckin’ styling
Yuh (Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh)
Yeah (Woah)
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah

Cuban link, diamond cross
I got a Spanish chiquita
“No habla inglés”, not at all, no
Cut up three lines like Adidas
She clean that shit up with her nose
And I got a kilo, no Kilimanjaro
Baby, just a mountain of coke

Ooh, mami, this a new ‘Rari
Hit one-fifty on the dash, I bent the corner
Then she bent it for me sideways, uh
I might have to fuck her on the highway, yeah
Uh, woah
Ooh, mami, I got blue Molly
I throw Louis V, Supreme on top of Murakami
Bitch, I’m fuckin’ styling, yuh
I might say I love her, but I’m lying, yuuh
Yeah, woah

Oh-oh, Oh-oh
Oh, no, no, no, oh
Yuh

Bend it over slow ’cause daddy I know how you like it
Backseat of the Rari pullin’ over just to ride it
Make you get down on your knees
Can’t always have what you please
This bitch, ain’t comin’ for free
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Sippin’ on vodka, let’s go hit the slopes
Drippin’ in Prada, get caught up in the snow
“Bonnie and Clyde”
You know I carry a knife
You should be scared for your life
‘Cause you know I don’t play nice

Ooh, mami, this a new ‘Rari
Hit one-fifty on the dash, I bent the corner
Now, now bend it for me sideways, uh
I might have to fuck her on the highway, yeah
Yeah, woah

Ooh, oh my
I don’t wanna take this call
I’m too high; red eyes
She might even take the fall if I ask her
Baby, pop it backwards
Acting extra, but she never been an actress, yeah
Ah, shit
Oh, yeah, yeah-ah-ah-ah, woah
Oh, yeah, yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah-ah-ah-ah
Oh, shit

I said, I said, “Ooh mami, this a new ‘Rari”
Bitch, I’m fuckin’ styling, I don’t need no stylist
All of my dogs, they be wildin’

Shit
Fuck a double date
Double-down on everything I say
You can bring your friend, but she don’t get to stay
Guarantee she’ll end up leaving anyway
Never play, dog, watch out
Dark flames when my doors swing out
Switch lanes on a one-way route
Switchblade make your blood pour out
Make it rain in a drought
Hop in, hop out
Motherfucker, get down when I say, “Down”
Brown duffle bag, I fill it up with 30 clip rounds
Drop shit, pop wheelies; fuck a breakdown
I don’t give a—
Bitch, I’ma slide either way
Please do not try me today
I see the static from a mile away
She wanna fuck me, “Okay”
She wanna know how it tastes

Yuh, yuh
Fuck all that talking, I’m restless, yuh
I pray that I don’t get arrested
Pray that she wake up for breakfast
Pray that she wake up for breakfast