Loot

Forget about love I'm choosy I don't do work I'm bougie Give me the racks Give me the bands I want the bag Give me the loot yeah Give me the loot yeah yeah Give me the loot yeah Give me the loot yeah, yeah, yeah I don't do sentimental Working for money is mental Give me the coinage, I want Luchini Give me the cheddar Give me the loot yeah Give me the loot yeah yeah Give me the loot yeah Give me the loot yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm getting bags like Givenchy We doin' donuts in Raris Sippin' Bacardi, life of the party Promise that no one can stop me Cause they call me Gabby B Never put no one in front of me Sexy I bring the heat That's how the Brazilian Barbie be Drop Get on your knees just like I'm Kaleesi I'm bout to pop Show me you need me Make it come easy Give me that guap You can just pay me under the table We cool without any labels We true without any fabels Forget about love I'm choosy I don't do work I'm bougie Give me the racks Give me the bands I want the bag Give me the loot yeah Give me the loot yeah yeah Give me the loot yeah Give me the loot yeah, yeah, yeah I don't do sentimental Working for money is mental Give me the coinage, I want Luchini Give me the cheddar Give me the loot yeah Give me the loot yeah yeah Give me the loot yeah Give me the loot yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm rocking diamonds like pressure For you to add to my treasure Versace and Prada Dolce Gabbana I'll take it like thank you, my pleasure Cause your girl ain't bad as me No she can't work it as good as me Diva and prima donna Bougie Number one stunner Cause I'm Hot Yes I'm on fire Send me that wire Tip my account Give me that silver, platinum and gold In every amount We go all in, livin' this poker We only fold if it's paper We balling we in the majors Forget about love I'm choosy I don't do work I'm bougie Give me the racks Give me the bands I want the bag Give me the loot yeah Give me the loot yeah yeah Give me the loot yeah Give me the loot yeah, yeah, yeah I don't do sentimental Working for money is mental Give me the coinage, I want Luchini Give me the cheddar Give me the loot yeah Give me the loot yeah yeah Give me the loot yeah Give me the loot yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Gimme the loot Gimme the cash You wanted love And I want a bag Tryna behave But I need the racks If you in your feelings Then I'll give them back 'Cause I got a problem That I cannot solve I rather go shopping Then answer your call The only date we can go on is the mall 'Cause I gotta see if you Talk or you ball Cause these are the things that I like Ow And these are the things I would try Aye I know you wanna stay for tonight Huh But I gotta kiss you goodbye Aye I know that I'm more than your type Aye I know that you want me to bite Aye I rather be making a left Left Than thinking about making a right Over 'Cause I gotta have it It's more like a habit Slower You touch me it's magic You know where to grab it Roll up I love it in fashion We f*ck on the mattress I can't fall in love Cause the money's My passion And Gabby told me That these niggas be acting On God Forget about love I'm choosy I don't do work I'm bougie Give me the racks Give me the bands I want the bag Give me the loot yeah Give me the loot yeah yeah Give me the loot yeah Give me the loot yeah, yeah, yeah I don't do sentimental Working for money is mental Give me the coinage, I want Luchini Give me the cheddar Give me the loot yeah Give me the loot yeah yeah Give me the loot yeah Give me the loot yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah