Lyrics:

Um...is that a wig?
I'm confused, is that a weave?
Is that your real hair?
No, you can't touch my fuckin hair!
You ain't got no manners!
Oh my God!

[Bridge:]
It's mine, I bought it [x8]

[Verse 1:]
I like the Dominicans who rock they weaves innocent
Shout out the Boricua girls who rock yaki ponytails
Big up to my Africans who braid, many hours spent
They own they own businesses and work while they care for kids
You know I love auntie girls with Sunday best bonnet curls
And love to my Asian chicks who make hair go straight as shit
I love how West Indies do, it's gossip with hair and food
I love how West Indies do, it's gossip with hair and food

[Chorus:]
Bundles, bundles, bundles
Hit that plug up for the bundles
Beauty shop supply cashier ringing up them numbers
Rock my many styles then go natural for the summer
Hair blowing in the hummer
Flip the weave, I am a stunner [x2]

[Bridge:]
It's mine, I bought it [x8]

Look how I stunt [x4]
In my lace front

[Verse 2:]
10's to the floor
10's through the door
10's to your face
5, you a bore

Pick up the pace
Spit in your face
Dawson, your creek
Joey to pace

Glue in my weave, Ms. Destiny
Lil Banji bruise on my knee

Dip on the dip
Making a trip
Wanna talk slick
I blow them a kiss

Glue in my weave, Ms. Destiny
Lil Banji bruise on my knee

[Chorus:]
Bundles, bundles, bundles
Hit that plug up for the bundles
Beauty shop supply cashier ringing up them numbers
Rock my many styles then go natural for the summer
Hair blowing in the hummer
Flip the weave, I am a stunner [x2]

[Outro:]
Please do not ask me or any Black or Brown women if our hair is real or not
If it’s a wig, a weave, extensions, braids, don’t fuckin ask
It’s very rude, it’s extremely personal to be put on the spot like that
How we choose to wear our hair is our personal choice, ok?
We bought it, it’s ours, so have some manners and keep your curiosity to yourself