Chola
Chola
Trilla Tuesday
[Chorus]
I don't got no type
Real niggas is the only thing that I like
You ain't got no life
Cups wit' the ice and we do it Tuesday night (aye!)
I don't check the price (I got it)
I make my own money, so I spend it how I like
I'm just livin' life
And pray the Lord forgive me, nigga I ain't livin' right
[Verse 1]
See this watch right here? Ain't no Michael Kors
He said "Girl you my type" and I'm like 'Of course'
Send a lil pic through the text, got him open like doors
Text 911 to my ex, like 'Buy me a Porsche'
Hold up
I ain't fuckin' for a bag though
This is for my real women, where ya at though?
Had to come flex on the Rae flow
Trilla Tuesday, but fuck it nigga I'ma give it back though
This a Chanel bag to a hoe that's still wearin' muthafuckin' Coach
My squad like, "B take one for the team", I'm the muthafuckin' coach
You know that
You know that
Just real niggas that's wit' me, every time that you see me
And you know that
Bitch, you know that
Yeah, bitch you know that
Chola