Lyrics Trill Sammy – Model Bitch
Text:
(Honorable C-Note)
Hol’ up (Ay, ay, ay)
Hol’ up, wait (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Lil model bitch, she like to ride in a coupe
Fuck up a check, nothing new
I just got blessed, like achoo
She know I got things to do
Count up the hunnids, the blues
Lil model bitch, she like to ride in a coupe
I smoke me a zip, then I take off to the moon
Fuck up a check, nothing new
I just got blessed, like achoo
She know I got things to do
Count up the hunnids, the blues
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She throw it back, I’m like «ooh»
Watch how I stack up this loot
Count up that cash in the booth, and I only want blue
I rock that Gucci, Louis
I need my bitch boujee
I’m smoking gas out a QP
I don’t know faces, like «Who we?»
I said, I don’t know faces, like «Who he?»
Flexing in public, get hit with a two piece
Diamonds on me kicking shit like Bruce Lee
Ay, I’m too in love with the codeine
All this cash on me, not folding
I’m talking Benjamins only
Lil model bitch, she like to ride in a coupe
I smoke me a zip, then I take off to the moon
Fuck up a check, nothing new
I just got blessed, like achoo
She know I got things to do
Count up the hunnids, the blues
Lil model bitch, she like to ride in a coupe
I smoke me a zip, then I take off to the moon
Fuck up a check, nothing new
I just got blessed, like achoo
She know I got things to do
Count up the hunnids, the blues
