Christina Milian lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook]
I'm tryna get rich
You gon' help me tryna get uh
They say love don't cost a thing
Until you dab Christina Milian
Put her in Christian Dior with Victoria Secret bra
Uh, she even hit it bruh
I don't know how she put it on
And her panties pull it of
From f*cking night in and outta dark
They gon' love you when the
Dark place had a life versus a star
Got her in balenciaga heels
She could barely walk
And that outfit look so good
She make a n*gga wait to f*ck

[Verse 1]
She a stylist, she a stylist, she a stylist
Always single, pretty little foreign, check the mileage
Wrote my number on a piece of paper
She took so long just to dial it
f*ck me on the first night
Tell her girl you don't need to hide it
Drip so wet, my b*tches sliding
Different cartier diamonds
We do business with the tribesmen
Pig n*gga like a lot
And this loyalty ain't got a price
Little n*ggas rapping on a mic
Tryna get paid off for life
Don't believe everything online
We put on on line
I never freeze up on the line
Bought a chicken noodles powder
Play your block, WhyG the god
Shoot, shoot like do or die
And we gon' back to truth
Eh, never back to lies
[Hook]
I'm tryna get rich
You gon' help me tryna get uh
They say love don't cost a thing
Until you dab Christina Milian
Put her in Christian Dior with Victoria Secret bra
Uh, she even hit it bruh
I don't know how she put it on

[verse 2]
And love don't cost a thing like chill
I need me a little baby that do more than fix a table
She wanna wave, tell her stay low
Benz all paid for, moonlight sailing
And I can tell her go and get my draco
Run a n*gga down ?
My junkies stay up in the trap
You tell them trap jokes
And when you tackle
My life a gamble
We in the trap
We serving chickens like it's Nando's
GPS get tracked tho
Tell that b*tch paddle
And I'm a gangsta
Trap out the bando
And you n*ggas still hating used to diss
This that newer drip
?
And you n*ggas still hating used to diss
This the newer drip
?
My OG, he got hit
My shooters get it in
And we was cool as sh*t
Trap house scoring sh*t
[Hook]
I'm tryna get rich
You gon' help me tryna get uh
They say love don't cost a thing
Until you dab Christina Milian
Put her in Christian Dior with Victoria Secret bra
Uh, she even hit it bruh
I don't know how she put it on
And her panties pull it of
From f*cking night in and outta dark
They gon' love you when the
Dark place had a life versus a star
Got her in balenciaga heels
She could barely walk
And that outfit look so good
She make a n*gga wait to f*ck