When I'M With You (Feat. Tyla)
Lisa
2:53It's the Hot Girl Coach, and LISA (ah) Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel Keep your doggies in a motherfuckin' muzzle Only one queen in the jungle Ay, only one queen, only one I don't window-shop, I big spend If I got a message, I click "send" You can't lie to me, got a sixth sense Feel my energy with some Himalayan incense Livin' lavish while we still young Spendin' that shit 'til we go dumb Flashin' them gold teeth all damn day When I walk by, I hear them say That's money That's motherfuckin' money Bitch, tell me how you love me Bitch, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah) That's money That's motherfuckin' money Bitch, tell me how you love me Bitch, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah) Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel Hair down, feelin', hair down Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel Hair down, feelin', hair down (real hot girl shit) I'm the hood Rapunzel, 50-inch, my bundles (yeah) Louis V, my duffle, body tea for trouble Made a mill' at a show, quarter mill' on my throat (brr) And if a bitch want beef, I make a meal outta her (ah) Damn, I might be too pretty (too pretty) What they finna do with me? (I don't know) Booty so big, ass sittin' up like new titties (baow, baow) Two chains on, finna pull up with the roof missin' Poppin' all my life, bitches hatin', ain't a new feelin' (ah) Livin' lavish while we still young Spendin' that shit 'til we go dumb Flashin' them gold teeth all damn day When I walk by, I hear them say That's money That's motherfuckin' money Bitch, tell me how you love me Bitch, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah) That's money That's motherfuckin' money Bitch, tell me how you love me Bitch, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah) Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel Hair down, feelin', hair down Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel Hair down, feelin', hair down Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel Hair down, feelin', hair down Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel Hair down, feelin', hair down Need some me time, gotta meditate Level up, level up, bitch, I levitate In my pocket, I got somethin' you won't ever make But I'm generous, maybe you can have a taste Anyway, gotta go 'cause I'm runnin' late Every day, make a bag, bitch, you gonna hate Hour or two But this is my life, baby, I ain't you