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Paroles : Christina Milian

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm tryna get rich
You gon' help me tryna get uh
They say love don't cost a thing
Until you dab Christina Milian
Put her in Christian Dior with Victoria Secret bra
Uh, she even hit it bruh
I don't know how she put it on
And her panties pull it of
From f**king night in and outta dark
They gon' love you when the
Dark place had a life versus a star
Got her in balenciaga heels
She could barely walk
And that outfit look so good
She make a n***a wait to f**k

She a stylist, she a stylist, she a stylist
Always single, pretty little foreign, check the mileage
Wrote my number on a piece of paper
She took so long just to dial it
f**k me on the first night
Tell her girl you don't need to hide it
Drip so wet, my b*t*hes sliding
Different cartier diamonds
We do business with the tribesmen
Pig n***a like a lot
And this loyalty ain't got a price
Little n***as rapping on a mic
Tryna get paid off for life
Don't believe in everything, on lah
We put on on line
I never freeze up on the line
Bought a chicken noodles powder
Play your block, WhyG the god
Shoot, shoot like do or die
And we gon' back to truth
Eh, never back to lies