Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Christina Milian, artist - Pressa. Date of issue: 25.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Christina Milian |
| I’m tryna get rich |
| You gon' help me tryna get uh |
| They say love don’t cost a thing |
| Until you dab Christina Milian |
| Put her in Christian Dior |
| With Victoria Secret bra |
| Uh, she even hit it bruh |
| I don’t know how she put it on |
| And her panties pull it of |
| From fucking night in and outta dark |
| They gon' love you when the |
| Dark place had a life versus a star |
| Got her in balenciaga heels |
| She could barely walk |
| And that outfit look so good |
| She make a nigga wait to fuck |
| She a stylist, she a stylist, she a stylist |
| Always single, pretty little foreign, check the mileage |
| Wrote my number on a piece of paper |
| She took so long just to dial it |
| Fuck me on the first night |
| Tell her girl you don’t need to hide it |
| Drip so wet, my bitches sliding |
| Different cartier diamonds |
| We do business with the tribesmen |
| Pig nigga like a lot |
| And this loyalty ain’t got a price |
| Little niggas rapping on a mic |
| Tryna get paid off for life |
| Don’t believe in everything, on lah |
| We put on on line |
| I never freeze up on the line |
| Bought a chicken noodles powder |
| Play your block, WhyG the god |
| Shoot, shoot like do or die |
| And we gon' back to truth |
| Eh, never back to lies |
| I’m tryna get rich |
| You gon' help me tryna get uh |
| They say love don’t cost a thing |
| Until you dab Christina Milian |
| Put her in Christian Dior |
| With Victoria Secret bra |
| Uh, she even hit it bruh |
| I don’t know how she put it on |
| And love don’t cost a thing like chill |
| I need me a little baby that do more than fix a table |
| She wanna wave, tell her stay low |
| Benz all paid for, moonlight sailing |
| And I can tell her go and get my draco |
| Run a nigga down |
| My junkies stay up in the trap |
| You tell them trap jokes |
| And when you tackle |
| My life a gamble |
| We in the trap |
| We serving chickens like it’s nandos |
| GPS get’s tracked tho |
| Tell that bitch paddle |
| And I’m a gangsta |
| Trap out the bando |
| And you niggas still hating |
| This the newer drip |
| And you niggas still hating |
| This the newer drip |
| My OG, he got hit |
| My shooters get it in |
| And we was cool as shit |
| Trap house scoring shit |
| I’m tryna get rich |
| You gon' help me tryna get uh |
| They say love don’t cost a thing |
| Until you dab Christina Milian |
| Put her in Christian Dior |
| With Victoria Secret bra |
| Uh, she even hit it bruh |
| I don’t know how she put it on |
| And her panties pull it of |
| From fucking night in and outta dark |
| They gon' love you when the |
| Dark place had a life versus a star |
| Got her in balenciaga heels |
| She could barely walk |
| And that outfit look so good |
| She make a nigga wait to fuck |