Trick

Album cover art for "Trick" by Chanel West Coast & Porcelain Black

Chanel West Coast & Porcelain Black - Pop

Trick

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[Verse 1] Bitch, I been on the come up (Come up) Yeah, every day I'm gettin' glam, yeah, I stay done up Yeah, if you tryna squab then let me put my bun up You know I'm wit' my squad and they about to run up (Run up) Like the sun up Why you fakin' like you live it, take a minute, handle bidness You ain't gotta pop that pussy fo' a man who don't deserve it Fix your face, it's time to pivot, no more gimmicks, there's a limit I had visions, they all bit it, now they see me actin' livid That's a rental, why you frontin' like you own that Porsche? Gucci sandals, Gucci belt, but can't pay child support You spend that money buyin' bags for them escorts Then baby momma gеttin' nothin' but a JanSport Think we all just need to switch up, chasin' clout to get they drip up Always doubt 'causе they some flip-flops, I stay down 'cause I love hip-hop More than these clowns at the tip-top, scary bitches, they some Hitchcocks Comin' for the crown, now shut it down, it's in the bag like Ziploc [Chorus] I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick I get down on my knees and pray, 'cause you a fuckin' trick I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick I get down on my knees and pray, 'cause you a fuckin' trick [Verse 2] Trick, call that sugar daddy He gettin' mad and 'bout to snatch you out that Caddy I'm gettin' bags, I get that money with no daddy They on my back, watchin' me closely like a nanny Eat a punani Why you talkin' like you got it, Insta flossin' like you bought it Think you saucin' but you not it, think you awesome 'cause you comment Only on it if they profit, money tall, it's not a hobbit So they chasin', they be stalkin', so much fakeness, I'm astonished Fake-ass Rollie, cloudy diamonds that don't ever shine You a goalie, you be savin' these hoes left and right Guacamole, what you call it when you get this green? You ain't about that life, your money more like rice and beans In my pockets like an audit, make me vomit, shit is toxic They ain't even on my level, I'm a comet, supersonic I'm a rebel, I'm defiant, they just settle, they compliant They be scroungin' tryna find it, I be loungin' at the Hyatt [Chorus] I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick I get down on my knees and pray, 'cause you a fuckin' trick I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick I stay talkin' shit 'cause all these bitches on my dick I get down on my knees and pray, 'cause you a fuckin' trick [Outro] Sweetie pie, I'm at that age where I could fuck you or fuck your daddy You know why I moved to Bel Air? Uh! So I could get a daddy, daddy, daddy I'll fuck your mom too, hahaha Ayo baby, grab me those keys to your dad's Maybach I wanna go for a ride Bitch, I told you to bring the black card too! Ha, I'm just kidding, I dunno

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Credits

Writers
  • Rich Skillz
  • Porcelain Black
  • Chanel West Coast