Trick lyrics

[Verse 1: Stunna Girl & BandGang Jizzle P]
I'm a cut above the movers and the shakers
I be breaking them pockets, [?] all the real money makers
You a lil n*gga, you be [?] for sh*t
n*gga I'm boss statis, baby, this ain't regular sh*t
I ain't never in my life beg for sh*t
I [?] then I pass it to the clique
[?] in my city I'm the sh*t
Just touched back from Cali, now I'm charging for this di*k
And I'm charging for this clit, n*gga, run me my hundreds
But you's a broke boy, I'm way out your budget
Imma keep you around, even though I'm out your league
Cause your chump change [?] paying for my [?]
Jizzle P, that's my name, you know I keep a check
But I ain't spending sh*t on you, you gon still throw it back
[?] eyes, [?] pulling out her tracks
Kick her to the curbe for talking crazy out her neck

[Verse 2: BandGang Javar & Pretty Brayah]
b*tch I ain't bout to trick on you
[?] I ain't bout to spend a cent on you
[?] hoes in the [?], while I sit back watching
They bring that chicken back, like they went grocery shopping
Na n*gga, you [?] you ain't know sh*t
And everytime you get this pus*y, you be on [?]
If I decide to show my ass, b*tch, you gon lick
And since you talking big crazy, suck your own di*k
[?] you always say the silliest sh*t
You got some nerve, asking e to give you a slip
You was on fire [?] stand by you [?]
[?] I care if you behind [?]
n*gga behind [?] what? I ain't behind on sh*t
And all them hoes that you f*cking, probably burning the di*k
Talking heavy, knowing damb well you c*m too quick
Eat my ass lil n*gga, you ain't good for sh*t
[Verse 3: BandGang Javar]
[?] these hoes, get to talking all roudy
[?] bags and [?] cloudy
Me, I count a check, and my jewler just drown me
Gold presidential 41, that's [?]
b*tch, you got some nerve, out here f*cking with the [?]
Talking to me crazy, wearing that fake ass belt
Disrespecting me, that's what get a b*tch [?]
Pimp smacking [?] b*tches on the shelf

[Verse 4: Pretty Brayah]
And I love when n*ggas flex, I'm that b*tch with the bands
Brag about a Rollie, that belong to your mans
I dare a pus*y n*gga, raise his motherf*cking hands
I'll c*ck this b*tch back, and leave a n*gga where he stand
Ride his face while he laying, [?] b*tch you [?]
On any given day, I throw this ass, you would've caught it
[?] lick it on my cycle, you acting like you didn't like it
b*tch, your tongue was my tampon, n*gga, blow me if I'm lying

[Verse 5: BandGang Jizzle P]
b*tch, you know better than that
I make you tap out, like a wrestling match
Call animal control, I be abusing the cat
b*tch, you [?] better than that
I have that b*tch [?] for me
You couldn't even f*ck her off Hennisy
Heard my old hoes was sneak dissing me
If you ain't tryna f*ck, don't say sh*t to me
[Verse 6: Stunna Girl]
I'll take [?] from no n*gga
I'm just a better version of a gold digger
He gon rub my fetet, he gon take me out to eat
He gon [?] but I still ain't gon speak
n*gga sweet, every day of the week, I'm on fleek
Every day of the week, I'm on fleek
Pull up on my other n*gga, and wake him out his sleep
He know I'm a cheater, but he still ain't gon creep