TIPPY TOES

Yeah
Don’t know what tomorrow holds
But I pray a pot of gold
Dancing on her tippy toes
Bust it down no she don’t need no pole

[harmony]

[Verse]
There’s something bout you that is not pretentious ting on the low side
Ain’t nothing like you that I’ve met since, feel like I know your true side
In a trans when we lock eyes
In a mess when I’m locked in and bust twice
You something like a goddess from old times

There’s not a type of nigga matching all my figures baby, fucc what they all say
You can get it in your own way
Spend a hunnid K in broad day
Don’t even check what the price be

Tag looking like it’s L-V
Dependent on no one, self-made
I know what I’m sure off, baby
I like when you talk Boss, lately

[Hook]
Don’t know what tomorrow holds
But I pray a pot of gold
Dancing on her tippy toes
Bust it down no she don’t need no pole

[harmony]

[Verse]
Do what you got to do, go ahead go flex on em
Platter for the night for two, go on and cover Cheques for em
Lot of em don’t meet your standard, Go and Embarrass them
Pull up to scene spotless, Rev out the Benz for them

Crib too plush, I know that
Mirror gone break when you stare at
Nails on fleek and you scratch my back
Skin like gold you, you don’t need no tan

Eyes like owl you don’t need no lens
Always knew what amount you gon bag
Always knew what amount you gon bag

[Hook]
Don’t know what tomorrow holds
But I pray a pot of gold
Dancing on her tippy toes
Bust it down no she don’t need no pole

[harmony]