Might cop a milli on the low
And never tell nobody cause I never trust a hoe
I just hit a lick and it might end up on the floor
You say you really with it let me see that booty go, hey
Might cop a milli on the low
And never tell nobody cause I never trust a hoe
I just hit a lick and it might end up on the floor
You say you really with it let me see that booty go, hey
Might cop a milli, get a little freaky with it
Then I sip it, take out the bag and flip it
No reminiscing, yeah I'm a designer vixen
No competition, winning is my new addiction
And they wonder how I do what I do
With that boo-bada-bing, cause I'm acting brand new
Anyhow, the game got me appalled
I'm that bitch that got a little sugar in her sauce
They wanna double dip but I just put that shit on pause
I aint no feline but I might scratch you with my claws
Should I say it? Should I really say it?
I dream about a house on the hills when I'm faded
Should I say it? Should I really say it?
I got out and I hustle till I say I can pay it
Might cop a milli on the low
And never tell nobody cause I never trust a hoe
I just hit a lick and it might end up on the floor
You say you really with it let me see that booty go, hey
Might cop a milli on the low
And never tell nobody cause I never trust a hoe
I just hit a lick and it might end up on the floor
You say you really with it let me see that booty go, hey