Pressa - Christina Milian lyrics
[Pressa - Christina Milian lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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 everything online
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 Nando's
GPS get tracked tho tell that bitch paddle
And I'm a gangsta trap out the bando
And you niggas still hating used to diss
This that newer drip ?
And you niggas still hating used to diss
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
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 everything online
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 Nando's
GPS get tracked tho tell that bitch paddle
And I'm a gangsta trap out the bando
And you niggas still hating used to diss
This that newer drip ?
And you niggas still hating used to diss
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