CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Pac Girl
EverythingcoZ hoe!
I've gotta cook up, I ain't no rook uh (nope)
B*t*h said she like my energy I told her book us
Pull off in the rango orange leather it's so tango (yeah)
Sweatsuit to match, lookin' like a damn mango
Pocket bouta hit you with this rocket make some magic (yah)
Levels to this sh*t, top floor I'm in the attic
I don't date no b*t*hes cause they always act dramatic
Slidin' in my DM's want my number you can't have it
That's till I get a static, sh*t will get traumatic
I don't do no drama I sit pretty like a bad b*t*h
My life style so tragic, yay ain't think it's funny
Takin' over tri-state ain't non of you b*t*hes can not son me
Non of you b*t*hes can't run me (nope)
Non these b*t*hes can't run me (hold on)
I'm gettin to the I'm gettin to the I'm gettin, money (hold on)
Be into the bag, yeah your girl is trash (girl is trash)
Gnarly in the party goin' crazy bout to spaz
Yeah I'm next up, gotta get my checks up (damn)
I be in the trap why these b*t*hes got they legs up (damn)
Yeah I smoke, big weed before you come and touch me (touch me)
Flexin on these b*t*hes out here twelve-k in two weeks (damn)
Get into the bag, yeah your girl is trash (your girl is trash)
Gnarly in the party goin' crazy bout to spaz
Hold on, yeah I am your dad I don't give a f**k
Pull up in the coupe or the Bentley truck (damn)
I've gotta cook up, I ain't no rook uh (nope)
B*t*h said she like my energy I told her book us
Pull off in the rango orange leather it's so tango (yeah)
Sweatsuit to match, lookin' like a damn mango
Pocket bouta hit you with this rocket make some magic (yah)
Levels to this sh*t, top floor I'm in the attic
I don't date no b*t*hes cause they always act dramatic
Slidin' in my DM's want my number you can't have it
That's till I get a static, sh*t will get traumatic
I don't do no drama I sit pretty like a bad b*t*h
My life style so tragic, yay ain't think it's funny
Takin' over tri-state ain't non of you b*t*hes can not son me
Non of you b*t*hes can't run me (nope)
Non these b*t*hes can't run me (hold on)
I'm gettin to the I'm gettin to the I'm gettin, money (hold on)
Be into the bag, yeah your girl is trash (girl is trash)
Gnarly in the party goin' crazy bout to spaz
Yeah I'm next up, gotta get my checks up (damn)
I be in the trap why these b*t*hes got they legs up (damn)
Yeah I smoke, big weed before you come and touch me (touch me)
Flexin on these b*t*hes out here twelve-k in two weeks (damn)
Get into the bag, yeah your girl is trash (your girl is trash)
Gnarly in the party goin' crazy bout to spaz
Hold on, yeah I am your dad I don't give a f**k
Pull up in the coupe or the Bentley truck (damn)
