LISA, Megan Thee Stallion Rapunzel
It's the Hot Girl Coach, and LISA (Ah) Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel Keep your doggies in a motherfuckin' muzzle Only one queen in the jungle Ayy, only one queen, only one I don't window shop, I big spend If I got a message, I click "send" You can't lie to me, I got a sixth sense Feel my energy with some Himalayan incense Livin' lavish while we still young Spendin' that shit 'til we go dumb Flashin' them gold teeth all damn day When I walk by, I hear them say That's money That's motherfuckin' money Bitch, tell me how you love me Bitch, tell me how (Yeah, yеah, yeah) That's money That's motherfuckin' monеy Bitch, tell me how you love me Bitch, tell me how (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel Hair down, feeling, hair down Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel Hair down, feeling, hair down (Real hot girl shit) I'm the hood Rapunzel, fifty-inch, my bundles (Yeah) Louis V, my duffle, body T for trouble Made a mill' at my show, quarter mill' on my throat (Brr) And if a bitch want beef, I make a meal outta ho (Ah) Damn, I might be too pretty (Too pretty) What they finna do with me? (I don't know) Booty so big, ass sittin' up like new titties (Baow, baow) Two chains on, finna pull up with the roof missing Poppin' all my life, bitches hating, ain't a new feeling (Ah) Livin' lavish while we still young Spendin' that shit 'til we go dumb Flashin' them gold teeth all damn day When I walk by, I hear them say That's money That's motherfuckin' money Bitch, tell me how you love me Bitch, tell me how (Yeah, yeah, yeah) That's money That's motherfuckin' money Bitch, tell me how you love me Bitch, tell me how (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel Hair down, feeling like, hair down Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel Hair down, feeling, hair down Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel Hair down, feeling like, hair down Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel Hair down, feeling, hair down Need some me time, gotta meditate Level up, level up, bitch, I levitate In my pocket, I got somethin' you won't ever make But I'm generous, maybe you can have a taste Anyway, gotta go 'cause I'm runnin' late Every day, make a bag, bitch, you gonna hate I would too But this is my life, baby, I ain't you
