Lola Brooke - Go to Yo Head lyrics
Lola Brooke [Shyniece Thomas] NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lola Brooke - Go to Yo Head lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't go on dates; I want the funds instead
I might let 'em sniff the... don't let it go to yo head
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Beat a bitch 'bout mine, said what I said
Off the Don Julio, don't let it go to yo head
Bitch, get back, I be moving tact
I be talking money, he be throwing racks
He said I'm dramatic, don't know how to act
Nigga, if you love me, get my face tatted
Want me to be your lady? Cop me that Mercedes
I be in the latest, BET in Vegas
Nigga, is you crazy? This wetty leave 'em wavy
Papa, I'm your baby [?], well, let me swipe your Amex
Ms. Deep Pockets, big bags they don't fold
Van Cleef or Cartier, no Kenneth Cole
New set, French tip, I'm ten toes
Blew a bag from Fifth Ave to Melrose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't go on dates; I want the funds instead
I might let him sniff the... don't let it go to yo head
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Beat a bitch 'bout mine, said what I said
Off the Don Julio, don't let it go to yo head
Don't let it go to yo head
He get too comfortable, he cannot fold me to bed
I leave a sucker nigga hungry 'til he's supposed to be fed
I'm Lil Miss got the juice, came through as a bev
(I know you thirsty, nigga)
You ever had some nani from the gutter?
Thongs on in ah sweat suits and these French toes in these buttas
Said he want to put his mouth on it, nigga better not stutter
Wear they hats on these niggas, Yankee fitted, ain't no trucker
I don't need a nigga what, what you doin'? Me to dead
I leave him on read, all I see is red
I ain't let him fuck if that rumor get spread
Then the Don Julio getting thrown at yo head
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't go on dates; I want the funds instead
I might let 'em sniff the... don't let it go to yo head
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Beat a bitch 'bout mine, said what I said
Off the Don Julio, don't let it go to yo head
I don't go on dates; I want the funds instead
I might let 'em sniff the... don't let it go to yo head
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Beat a bitch 'bout mine, said what I said
Off the Don Julio, don't let it go to yo head
Bitch, get back, I be moving tact
I be talking money, he be throwing racks
He said I'm dramatic, don't know how to act
Nigga, if you love me, get my face tatted
Want me to be your lady? Cop me that Mercedes
I be in the latest, BET in Vegas
Nigga, is you crazy? This wetty leave 'em wavy
Papa, I'm your baby [?], well, let me swipe your Amex
Ms. Deep Pockets, big bags they don't fold
Van Cleef or Cartier, no Kenneth Cole
New set, French tip, I'm ten toes
Blew a bag from Fifth Ave to Melrose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't go on dates; I want the funds instead
I might let him sniff the... don't let it go to yo head
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Beat a bitch 'bout mine, said what I said
Off the Don Julio, don't let it go to yo head
Don't let it go to yo head
He get too comfortable, he cannot fold me to bed
I leave a sucker nigga hungry 'til he's supposed to be fed
I'm Lil Miss got the juice, came through as a bev
(I know you thirsty, nigga)
You ever had some nani from the gutter?
Thongs on in ah sweat suits and these French toes in these buttas
Said he want to put his mouth on it, nigga better not stutter
Wear they hats on these niggas, Yankee fitted, ain't no trucker
I don't need a nigga what, what you doin'? Me to dead
I leave him on read, all I see is red
I ain't let him fuck if that rumor get spread
Then the Don Julio getting thrown at yo head
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't go on dates; I want the funds instead
I might let 'em sniff the... don't let it go to yo head
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Beat a bitch 'bout mine, said what I said
Off the Don Julio, don't let it go to yo head
