Rose Gold Stripper Pole lyrics

[Intro]
(Rose gold stripper pole)
Ayy
Ooh (Island with the cash like Diego)
Ayy
Mmm, mmm, turn me up, turn me
Turn me up, ayy
(Bankroll Got It)

[Chorus]
He can eat the box, but I still tell him we don't label that
I should call him Weezy, he be tryna see where baby at
b*tches think they really sending shots, but it be laser tag
If he run into me, CPS, can't get your baby back

[Verse 1]
And no this ain't no "Panda," but we do stay in designer, ayy
My best friend in that Prada, you know I'm Balenciaga
I ain't crazy 'bout no n*gga, I'm too crazy 'bout a dollar
And yes, I'm still a P, be selling dreams like marijuana, ayy
You can really ask about me, these n*gga ain't smashin' me
I got pretty privilege, baby, these n*ggas ain't taxin' me
Be mad at your baby daddy, mami, don't be bashin' me
You got you a Bentley, n*gga, you can't just be crashin' me

[Chorus]
He can eat the box, but I still tell him we don't label that
I should call him Weezy, he be tryna see where baby at
b*tches think they really sending shots, but it be laser tag
If he run into me, CPS, can't get your baby back
[Verse 2]
I can't be seen with no n*gga, TLC, we gotta creep
I say I only f*ck with ballers 'cause these ballers f*ck with me
You know, you know I ain't in town, what you mean you tryna see me?
(Oh, you got me something?), I mean, where you tryna meet me?
The way I got the VVs dancing, you would think I'm at The Pynk
I don't think these b*tches Cubans, why they think we gotta link?
If I wasn't smoking b*tches, would've still been in they league
You know I been running sh*t, I'm the Sha'Carri of the streets
Ooh, the streets callin', put it on silent
b*tches call 'em husbands, I call 'em my clients
And they couldn't take my spot if they rent it out and buy it
Your n*gga for the hoes and he say that he wanna try me, try me try me, try me

[Chorus]
He can eat the box, but I still tell him we don't label that
I should call him Weezy, he be tryna see where baby at
b*tches think they really sending shots, but it be laser tag
If he run into me, CPS, can't get your baby back

[Outro]
You can't get your n*gga back, mmm, give me that
n*gga, playin' with my money, it could get your cherry whacked
I don't f*ck with rap b*tches, mmm, b*tches very wack
Call me Asian 'cause I really ain't f*ckin' with none of that