Trick

(album: America's Sweetheart - 2020)

Bitch, I been on the come up (Come up)
Yeah, every day I'm getting 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 faking 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 acting livid
That's a Renault, why you fronting like you own a Porsche?
Gucci sandals, Gucci belt, but can't pay child support
You spend that money buying bags for them escorts
Then baby momma getting nothing but a JanSport
Think we all just need to switch up, chasing clout to get their drip up
Always doubt 'cause they some flip-flops, I stay down 'cause I love hip-hop
Molding these plans at the tip-top, scaring bitches, they some Hitchcocks
Coming for the crown, now shut it down, it's in the bag like Ziploc

I stay talking shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick
I stay talking shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick
I stay talking shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick
I get down on my knees and pray, 'cause you a fucking trick
I stay talking shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick
I stay talking shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick
I stay talking shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick
I get down on my knees and pray, 'cause you a fucking trick

Trick, call that sugar daddy
He getting mad and 'bout to snatch you out that Caddy
I'm getting bags, I get that money with no daddy
They on my back, watching me closely like a nanny
Eat a punani
Why you talking like you got it, and stop flossing like you bought it
Think you saucing 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 chasing, they be stalking, so much fakeness, I'm astonished
Fake-ass Rollie, cloudy diamonds that don't have a shine
You a goalie, you be saving 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 scrounging tryna find it, I be lounging at the Hyatt

I stay talking shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick
I stay talking shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick
I stay talking shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick
I get down on my knees and pray, 'cause you a fucking trick
I stay talking shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick
I stay talking shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick
I stay talking shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick
I get down on my knees and pray, 'cause you a fucking 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