Demand

[Intro]
Ayy
La Daisy
Woo

[Chorus]
I do tricks, don't need no hands
All you little hoes just be my fans
Kiss the box up like we in France
Je ne sais quoi, just be my romance
Damn, they don't like me anymore
Walked out stuntin', they drop to the floor
Damn, they don't like me anymore
Walked out stuntin', they drop to the floor
Woo-woo, dripped in Dior
Swear that my closet look like a damn store
Woo-woo, big checks for tours
It ain't enough, I need me some more
Huh, I am that vibe
If they say I'm not, then they're telling you lies
And if you're my type, I can change your whole life
Cut through these beats like a motherfucking knife

[Verse 1]
Thi— This that international sound
Got these girls showing out now
He said he in love with my style
Told him quiet boy, pipe down
Si tú quieres estar conmigo
No es fácil esto es bendito
Mi corazón como el cuello frío
I get what I want, you get what you can
Wa— Walk in the room, I'm in demand
I'm— I'm out in Mexico getting a tan
Spanish mami, I need an advance
Get— Get my money, I hit my dance
Big booty bitch, oh man, goddamn
Windows tinted and they can't see shit
Two bad bitches in a foreign whip
Me and my sister really do this shit

[Chorus]
I— I— I do tricks, don't need no hands
All you little hoes just be my fans
Kiss the box up like we in France
Je ne sais quoi, just be my romance
Damn, they don't like me anymore
Walked out stuntin', they drop to the floor
Damn, they don't like me anymore
Walked out stuntin', they drop to the floor
Woo-woo, dripped in Dior
Swear that my closet look like a damn store
Woo-woo, big checks for tours
It ain't enough, I need me some more
Huh, I am that vibe
If they say I'm not, then they're telling you lies
And if you're my type, I can change your whole life
Cut through these beats like a motherfucking knife

[Verse 2]
You ain't no bad bitch, you just okay
Classy bitch sippin' rosé
Never lettin' up, bitch, ain't no way
Shuttin' shit down, this my runway
Don't do much, bitch, listen
Walked in the room and bet I shift it
I've been working until sundown
Bet your favorite rapper a fan now, huh
Give it up, give it up, ooh
All you hoes just give it up, ooh
Told him I love him, but it's not true
Gave him that look and said, "What do we do?"
Let me tell you how this about to go
Can't no other bitch come and steal my flow
Worried about some dick? Go and get some dough
This pussy is mine, don't worry 'bout it, ho

[Chorus]
I— I— I do tricks, don't need no hands
All you little hoes just be my fans
Kiss the box up like we in France
Je ne sais quoi, just be my romance
Damn, they don't like me anymore
Walked out stuntin', they drop to the floor
Damn, they don't like me anymore
Walked out stuntin', they drop to the floor
Woo-woo, dripped in Dior
Swear that my closet look like a damn store
Woo-woo, big checks for tours
It ain't enough, I need me some more
Huh, I am that vibe
If they say I'm not, then they're telling you lies
And if you're my type, I can change your whole life
Cut through these beats like a motherfucking knife