Lyrics
It's the hot girl, coach
And Lisa (Ah)
Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel
Keep your doggies in a mother****in' muzzle
Only one queen in the jungle
Aye, only one queen, only one
I don't window shop, I big spend
If I got a message, I click send
You can't lie to me, got a sixth sense
Feel my energy with some Himalayan incense
Living lavish while we still young
Spending that shit till we go dumb
Flashing them gold teeth all damn day
When I walk by, I hear them say
"That's money
That's mother****in' money
Bitch, tell me how you love me
Bitch, tell me how
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That's money
That's mother****in' money
Bitch, tell me how you love me
Bitch, tell me how
Yeah, yeah, yeah"
Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Real hot girl shit
I'm the hood Rapunzel, fifty-inch, my bundles
Louis V, my duffel, body tea for trouble
Made a mil' at a show, quarter mil' on my throat
And if a bitch want beef, I make a meal outta her
Damn, I might be too pretty, what they finna do with me?
Booty, so big, ass sitting up like new titties
Two chains on, finna pull up with the roof missing
Poppin' all my life, bitches hating ain't a new feeling
Living lavish while we still young
Spending that shit till we go dumb
Flashing them gold teeth all damn day
When I walk by, I hear them say
"That's money
That's mother****in' money
Bitch, tell me how you love me
Bitch, tell me how
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That's money
That's mother****in' money
Bitch, tell me how you love me
Bitch, tell me how
Yeah, yeah, yeah"
Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Need some me time, gotta meditate
Level up, level up, bitch, I levitate
In my pocket, I got something you won't ever make
But I'm generous, maybe you can have a taste anyway
Gotta go 'cause I'm running late every day
Make a bag, bitch, you gotta hate
Hour or two
But this is my life, baby, I ain't you
And Lisa (Ah)
Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel
Keep your doggies in a mother****in' muzzle
Only one queen in the jungle
Aye, only one queen, only one
I don't window shop, I big spend
If I got a message, I click send
You can't lie to me, got a sixth sense
Feel my energy with some Himalayan incense
Living lavish while we still young
Spending that shit till we go dumb
Flashing them gold teeth all damn day
When I walk by, I hear them say
"That's money
That's mother****in' money
Bitch, tell me how you love me
Bitch, tell me how
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That's money
That's mother****in' money
Bitch, tell me how you love me
Bitch, tell me how
Yeah, yeah, yeah"
Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Real hot girl shit
I'm the hood Rapunzel, fifty-inch, my bundles
Louis V, my duffel, body tea for trouble
Made a mil' at a show, quarter mil' on my throat
And if a bitch want beef, I make a meal outta her
Damn, I might be too pretty, what they finna do with me?
Booty, so big, ass sitting up like new titties
Two chains on, finna pull up with the roof missing
Poppin' all my life, bitches hating ain't a new feeling
Living lavish while we still young
Spending that shit till we go dumb
Flashing them gold teeth all damn day
When I walk by, I hear them say
"That's money
That's mother****in' money
Bitch, tell me how you love me
Bitch, tell me how
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That's money
That's mother****in' money
Bitch, tell me how you love me
Bitch, tell me how
Yeah, yeah, yeah"
Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Need some me time, gotta meditate
Level up, level up, bitch, I levitate
In my pocket, I got something you won't ever make
But I'm generous, maybe you can have a taste anyway
Gotta go 'cause I'm running late every day
Make a bag, bitch, you gotta hate
Hour or two
But this is my life, baby, I ain't you