Trick - Chanel West Coast, Porcelain Black

Yeah, every day I’m gettin' glam, yeah, I stay done up

Yeah, if you join the squad then let me put my bun up

You know I’m wit my squad and they about to run up (Run up)

Like the sun up

Why you fakin' like you live it, take a minute, handle bidness

You ain’t gotta pop that pussy fo' a man who don’t deserve it

Fix your face, it’s time to pit it, no more gimmicks, there’s a limit

I had visions, they all bit it, now they see me actin' livid

That’s a Renault, why you frontin' like you own a Porsche?

Gucci sandals, Gucci belt, but can’t pay child support

You spend that money buyin' bags for them escorts

Then baby momma gettin' nothin' but a JanSport

Think we all just need to switch up, chasin' clout to get their drip up

Always doubt 'cause they some flip-flops, I stay down 'cause I love hip-hop

Moldin' these plans at the tip-top, scarin' bitches, they some Hitchcocks

Comin' for the crown, now shut it down, it’s in the bag like Ziploc

I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick

I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick

I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick

I get down on my knees and pray, 'cause you a fuckin' trick

I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick

I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick

I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick

I get down on my knees and pray, 'cause you a fuckin' trick

Trick, call that sugar daddy

He gettin' mad and 'bout to snatch you out that Caddy

I’m gettin' bags, I get that money with no daddy

They on my back, watchin' me closely like a nanny

Eat a punani

Why you talkin' like you got it, and stop flossin' like you bought it

Think you saucin' but you not it, think you awesome 'cause you comment

Only own it if they profit, money told, it’s not a hobby

So they chasin', they be stalkin', so much fakeness, I’m astonished

Fake-ass Rollie, cloudy diamonds that don’t have a shine

You a goalie, you be savin' these hoes left and right

Guacamole, what you call it when you get this green?

You ain’t about that life, your money more like rice and beans

In my pockets like a note, it make me vomit, shit is toxic

They ain’t even on my level, I’m a comet, supersonic

I’m a rebel, I’m defiant, they just settle, they compliant

They be scroungin' tryna find it, I be loungin' at the Hyatt

I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick

I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick

I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick

I get down on my knees and pray, 'cause you a fuckin' trick

I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick

I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick

I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick

I get down on my knees and pray, 'cause you a fuckin' trick

Sweetie pie, I’m at that age where I could fuck you or fuck your daddy

You know why I moved to Bel Air?

Uh!

So I could get a daddy, daddy, daddy

I’ll fuck your mom too, hahaha

Ayo baby, grab me those keys to your dad’s Maybach

I wanna go for a ride

Bitch, I told you to bring the black card too!

Ha, just kidding, I dunno