cha cha

Lyrics

[Chorus] Yeah, Glock in my lap, made that boy hit the cha-cha You can't get no dap, no you can't get no high-five Bitch, I'm with Sauce in the trap, and it's jumpin' like hopscotch With the 5, it's still fuck all your mob ties They want be us, these lil' niggas not us P-phase up with the stick need a montage Mix a lil' Triss wit' the gas 'till I calm down Don't need to flex 'cause they know that I'm trim B-bae got an attitude just like Lil Kim B-BBL booty might fuck it on cam' Like he bought a bag for that bitch, he a simp I-I-I bought a bag for my bitch, I'm a pimp She leave with nothin', not havin' that shit He-he get too close then I'm grabbin' that stick Bae get too close, she keep grabbin' my dick [Verse] Yeah, startin' five, you on thе bench High as the fuck in the whip Bitch, I'm on phonе, tryna vent T-that's crazy ain't wastin' that shit Cop Balenci', I'm pickin' my fit Buffetboy rich as a bitch Can't get no hand in my kin It's a roll call, don't need no pen (Why do you keep saying you're ready to die?) (Why do you keep saying you're ready to die?) (Why do you—, why do you keep saying you're ready to die?) Bitch we top five, real 5, know we not like them Don't need grabba, nah-ah, shit fuck up my temp' I hit WaWa, I'm high, I need me some chips I-I hit the bank up, soon as I land Boy get your cake up, don't do sins Bih' don't need no make up, know she the shit I ball like the Lakers need me that chip, bitch Fuck man, I need me that ring Run through his crib, give a fuck 'bout a Ring, bitch [Chorus] Yeah, Glock in my lap, made that boy hit the cha-cha You can't get no dap, no you can't get no high-five Bitch, I'm with Sauce in the trap, and it's jumpin' like hopscotch With the 5, it's still fuck all your mob ties They want be us, these lil' niggas not us P-phase up with the stick need a montage Mix a lil' Triss wit' the gas 'till I calm down Don't need to flex 'cause they know that I'm trim B-bae got an attitude just like Lil Kim B-BBL booty might fuck it on cam' Like he bought a bag for that bitch, he a simp I-I-I bought a bag for my bitch, I'm a pimp She leave with nothin', not havin' that shit He-he get too close then I'm grabbin' that stick Bae get too close, she keep grabbin' my dick