what from who?
That’s not a reliable source, no So tell me, have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I’m the trap Selena
¡Dame más gasolina! Skrrt! I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God) H-town coolin’ shawty, yeah that’s where I stay
Heard you was a lame, so I’m posted with your bae
And my ex keep calling, tryna see if I’m okay
But I need another pint of OG Cali from the bay
Bad bitch from New York, so I fly her to the H I only call you when it’s half past five
The only time that I’ll be by your side
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When I’m fucked up, we gon’ do it ’til the morning
Party, party party PARTY pass me a cup i take a shot like to the head like party party party you wanna take me home put me in bed so Party party he ting goes skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka-ka
Skidiki-pap-pap, and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom