Lyrics Don Trip – She Want
Text:
Verse 1:
She get what she want, she get what she want
She get what she want, she get what she want
I’m buying, they say it ain’t tricking if you got it
She mine! OK!
Round, round my misses, the aviator is vintage
Her purse limited addition
She mine, I spend it!
I spend no expenses, whatever she want she gets it
And Michael Kors spending dirty money,
My bank ain’t got no limit
I give my woman the world,
Won’t give a pile of dirt to no bitches
No side bitch, no mistress, can’t get shit with a stif dick
No my lady can’t cook
But it’s OK cause she tried though
She still in keep with there when I need her
She wash, iron and dry clothes
I been searching for her high and low
With a flat life and a blindfold
So I sorta kinda looked up, won’t give it up, or let it go!
She get whatever she asked for
Yes, that’s correct, she that spoiled
Sitting fat we balling out
Bitch, all net no back board!
More bait than a back board. Her car didn’t come with no back door.
That’s a Beemer coupe for christmas she don’t even know she’s getting it
She wind fine and she picky, I swear to God I’m picky
It’s a different world when she with me
Chorus:
She get what she want, she get what she want
She get what she want, she get what she want
I’m buying, they say it ain’t tricking,
If you got it, they’re lying
I say it ain’t tricking if you got her, she mine!
She get what she want, she get what she want
She get what she want, she get what she want
I’m buying, they say it ain’t tricking,
If you got it, they’re lying
I said they ain’t tricking and if you got her, she Mine!
Verse 2:
Turn up, turn up!
I got bandz on bandz gotta make her dance
Look like money niggas waiting their chance
Twenty years pay, cash for days
I made it rain, hoes thought it was waves
Big cash is what I like, big ass vanilla dike
She work for me, that’s my bitch for life
Broke ass niggas gotta pay the price
Smoke your dough and roll the dice
I got stacks like an over bite
Bad bitches on stage with me
Hoe ass niggas move to the right
Tripping niggas crank in the front, pass the blunt, turn it up
If you’re making money, put your middle finger up
Smoking out in the penthouse, I got loud, bring the vape out
With your bitch on the trippy stick. cash all hits, make bone rips
I’ll be on my double up to mother fucking twigs.
Pussy good head good. I’m a fucking again.
High on the beat, chill her with Latina.
I’m black, she red like Martin and Gina
All about the money, all about stunt
No keys for the cars, press me a button
Old money turn into new money, like Benjamin Button
Get them fucked up, get them tore up
From the flow up, with the money sprite.
We’re twenty feet off in the air
I ain’t talking flights.
Chorus:
She get what she want, she get what she want
She get what she want, she get what she want
I’m buying, they say it ain’t tricking,
If you got it, they’re lying
I say it ain’t tricking if you got her, she mine!
She get what she want, she get what she want
She get what she want, she get what she want
I’m buying, they say it ain’t tricking,
If you got her, they’re lying
I said they ain’t tricking if you got her she Mine!
