Get Down

[Verse 1]
First off tell em hoes I get dowwn 
Gettin money hoe, I’m cumin in and out of towwn 
1st up ain’t nobody gon get her 
Fat cake and ya man wanna tip her 

Ain’t nobody touching me 
You think you got a man but I’m got him on a leash 
She like, He at home hoe that man really up stairs 
I’m like you funny hoe cuz no body even really cares

[Verse 2]
Yeah I'm stepping in the room, smelling like a million bucks
Got these dusty hoes pressed, looking like some sitting ducks
He keep begging for a text, leaving comments on the gram
But I only entertain him if he paying for the glam
I'm out of your league, way out of your tax bracket
Tryna step to this heat, you better pack a jacket
You fighting for a ring, I'm fighting for the bag
Pull up to the restaurant and popping all the tags

[Outro]
Quit talking, running round me 
I ain’t got time I’m bout to go and eat 
Steak
Lobster 
Scrimps too 
Potatoes 
Eggs 
Oo i gotta poot 

Get away from me I walk real stank
Go chase ya destiny
You should’ve never messed with me 
I'm eating five star, you stuck in a ditch
Now watch me walk away...

Bitch!

rap, trap, hip hop, funk, bass, female, house