pink , strap

[Part I: pink]

[Intro]
(Trapaholic)
Roll up, I need more high (more high)
Roll up, I need- (What?)
Cash my check, it's on my- (on my)
Count my money (Oh yeah)
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money (what?), Money
Lay up, re-up, count my deads (Count my-)
Spin his block, that boy turnt fed (Boy turnt fed)

[Verse 1]
I done filled my glass with pink
Every touchdown, my whip pink
My ho- (Trapaholic)
My hoe don't rock fake mink
Heard his whip was candy paint
I'm locked in, wanna go in
I told my boy to wait
I told my boy: “Have patience” (Have patience)
Girl, I bought so much it makes sense
[?] makes sense (Make sense)
Like Curry, LeBron, I'm an OG
I'm spinning his ass in the-
I'm spinning bitchass in a weekend
I'm spinning his ass on a freak
Nigga, what? Nigga, me
Bitch, I’m tryna pop out with my freak
Nails did, Iit got ten
Lips pink, pussy Pink
Asshole pink, pussy Pink (Oh, yeah)
Asshole pink, pussy Pink (Damn)
Asshole pink

[Verse 2]
(Trapaholic, bitch!)
(Trapaholic)
Man, I'm that bitch, you fuck niggas slow
Peep my ho, peep my play
Bitch nigga, we ain’t been through though
Bitch, I ain’t 16, yeah, bitch, and I ain’t old (Bitch, I ain’t old)
I’ve been punched since a jit, bitch, since an island, hoe
Nigga wanna talk shit on X
You should check your ho' (Check your ho')
She walk barefoot in the hotel, these porcelain floors
Me and your ho' got our nails did, and the bitch paid for both
In the black truck smoking loud

[Outro]
(Trapaholic)
She know she bad, and that's okay (She know she bad)
She know she bad, and that’s okay
She know she bad, and that’s okay
I scam, she scam, we scam
We get paid, either way I'm petty
I pop pink and this bitch she pop pink
This bitch wanna rave
(Trapaholic, that bitch, yeah, that bitch)
I pop pink and this ho' she pop pink (That bitch)
This bitch wanna rave

[Part II: strap]

[Verse 1]
(Trapaholic, bitch!)
( What?)
Call me 855, baby
Strapped up like a navy for your love
You won't, but it ring, but it ring (Won’t)
So I set it up (Set it up, uh)
Mama, I just took him up for tryna touch it (Tryna play)
Mama, he still worried, he bought my bitch my necklace (Oh, yeah, woah)
I talk to my aunt to up the score 'bout my bitch
My heart no romantic and I'm off the molly

[Chorus]
My strap go bang
Her strap go wop
The strap go—
“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh” (Trapaholic)
Times have changed
You not my vibe
Girl, if you thought I lied
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 2]
I wanna get down with you (yeah)
You said that I won’t with you
You’s a bot nigga, talking shit, but I’m with you, bitch I can’t lose (Trapaholic)
Backwoods, smoking 5
I count big bankroll
She know why they call me demon
Keep this on my ho'
I still walk you back home, she see where I’m tryna go (Trapaholic, bitch!)

[Chorus]
My strap go bang
Her strap go wop
“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh” (Trapaholic)
Times have changed
You not my vibe
Girl, if you thought I lied
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh