High Demand lyrics

[Intro]
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)

[Chorus]
b*tch, I’m cool (b*tch, I’m cool)
Ho I’m straight (Yeah) (Ho, I’m straight)
I’m gettin’ money (Gettin’ money)
Can you relate? (Hey)
b*tch, I’m a high demand, rock designer brands
Don’t take no orders, nah, I only give demands
b*tch, I’m cool (b*tch, I’m cool)
Ho I’m straight (Yeah)
I’m gettin’ money (Gettin’ money)
Can you relate? (Yeah)
b*tch, I’m a high demand, rock designer brands
Don’t take no orders, nah, I only give demands

[Verse 1]
f*ck n*ggas, I’on feel ‘em
Take his money, don’t never forgive him
All n*ggas do is lie
Can’t run no game on me but you can try
f*ck n*ggas be ‘bout game
Can’t control me, don’t run in this lane
Call yo’ broke ass baby mama
Feed her di*k and lies but b*tch, I’m ‘bout commas
Don’t trust no sour ass n*gga
I sign my own check, I could never be bitter
Can’t make me a joke
Run them pockets dry, leave a n*gga dead broke
And girl, don’t trust his mama
She be on everybody side, old b*tch be wit’ the drama
Now let me give y’all the game
He be in another b*tch inbox puttin’ you to shame (Woo)
Don’t give a n*gga no fame
He wanna beat it out the box but ain’t givin’ no ring
Girl, extort that n*gga
My game tight, you feel short lil’ hitter (Money, money)
Don’t tell these n*ggas the truth
Lie to that n*gga, that’s what he do to you
Sweet talking, I’on wanna hear it
Don’t really want your gifts, baby boy, you can clear it
[Chorus]
b*tch, I’m cool (b*tch, I’m cool)
Ho I’m straight (Yeah) (Ho, I’m straight)
I’m gettin’ money (Gettin’ money)
Can you relate? (Hey)
b*tch, I’m a high demand, rock designer brands
Don’t take no orders, nah, I only give demands
b*tch, I’m cool (b*tch, I’m cool)
Ho I’m straight (Yeah)
I’m gettin’ money (Gettin’ money)
Can you relate? (Yeah)
b*tch, I’m a high demand, rock designer brands
Don’t take no orders, nah, I only give demands

[Verse 2]
Get there, get there, get there
I’ll slap a b*tch out their underwear
Get there, get there, get there
Lay a ho to rest, I don’t even care
A broke n*gga? That’s tragic
Paid all year, don’t need no taxes
Now you talkin’ my language
Too busy at the bank, give a f*ck what you sayin’
Kobe on the floor, diamonds on the bezel
I’ma let you know, baby, it’s whatever
Jeezy wit’ the snow, I got the key to the streets
She a freak ho, don’t let her lay up in your sheets
These rappers ain’t rappin’ what they living (Nah)
I’m a real b*tch though, I’ma rap what it’s giving
I’m finna find me a new man
Boss b*tch, do what I want, not what I can (Boss)
[Chorus]
b*tch, I’m cool (b*tch, I’m cool)
Ho I’m straight (Yeah) (Ho, I’m straight)
I’m gettin’ money (Gettin’ money)
Can you relate? (Hey)
b*tch, I’m a high demand, rock designer brands
Don’t take no orders, nah, I only give demands
b*tch, I’m cool (b*tch, I’m cool)
Ho I’m straight (Yeah)
I’m gettin’ money (Gettin’ money)
Can you relate? (Yeah)
b*tch, I’m a high demand, rock designer brands
Don’t take no orders, nah, I only give demands

[Outro]
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)