Christina Milian - Pressa

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 fucking 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 nigga wait to fuck

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

Fuck me on the first night

Tell her girl you don’t need to hide it

Drip so wet, my bitches sliding

Different cartier diamonds

We do business with the tribesmen

Pig nigga like a lot

And this loyalty ain’t got a price

Little niggas 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

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 love don’t cost a thing like chill

I need me a little baby that do more than fix a table

She wanna wave, tell her stay low

Benz all paid for, moonlight sailing

And I can tell her go and get my draco

Run a nigga down

My junkies stay up in the trap

You tell them trap jokes

And when you tackle

My life a gamble

We in the trap

We serving chickens like it’s nandos

GPS get’s tracked tho

Tell that bitch paddle

And I’m a gangsta

Trap out the bando

And you niggas still hating

This the newer drip

And you niggas still hating

This the newer drip

My OG, he got hit

My shooters get it in

And we was cool as shit

Trap house scoring shit

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 fucking 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 nigga wait to fuck