Trick (America's Sweetheart 2020)

Текст песни Porcelain Black and Chanel West Coast - Trick (America's Sweetheart 2020)

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I been on the come up (Come up)
Yeah, every day I'm gettin' glam, yeah, I stay done up
Yeah, if you tryna squab 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 pivot, no more gimmicks, there's a limit
I had visions, they all bit it, now they see me actin' livid
That's a rental, why you frontin' like you own that Porsche?
Gucci sandals, Gucci belt, but can't pay child support
You spend that money buyin' bags for them escorts
Then baby momma gеttin' nothin' but a JanSport
Think we all just need to switch up, chasin' clout to get they drip up
Always doubt 'causе they some flip-flops, I stay down 'cause I love hip-hop
More than these clowns at the tip-top, scary bitches, they some Hitchcocks
Comin' for the crown, now shut it down, it's in the bag like Ziploc

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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, Insta flossin' like you bought it
Think you saucin' but you not it, think you awesome 'cause you comment
Only on it if they profit, money tall, it's not a hobbit
So they chasin', they be stalkin', so much fakeness, I'm astonished
Fake-ass Rollie, cloudy diamonds that don't ever 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 an audit, 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

[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
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, I'm just kidding, I dunno