Tana - MODELS lyrics
Steven Lewis
[Tana - MODELS lyrics]
Underdogs yeah, bana, bana, baby
I guess I'm the super villain 'cause
They treatin' me like it
Been like this since the beginning
How the fuck can I hide it?
Nigga just want the millions
Industry tryna hide 'em
And I just break her heart
I leave that bitch suicidal
Nigga tryna get up in it
I can't make you my bridal
Hit the bitch 'til I finish
This bitch moanin' and cryin'
Throw that shit on my tab
Somebody bring me a bottle
Pull up, come to my section
It's a thousand of models
Fuckin' this bitch
Said she feel it in her belly
I come through with that stick on me
The shit there is heavy
When I come through, hide your big homie
Y'all niggas ain't ready
Peep my wrist, that shit
Thunderstorm, iced out, bitch, baguette
I fucked that bitch then I forget it
Love the money, I got a fetish
Lot of money comin' in steady
Three strokes, I fuck up her belly
I met a bad bitch out in Bali
I'm with my whoas, nigga, call up Velly
Y'all niggas peons, R kelly
My pockets fat, ho, potbelly
Pour up a cup, pour up some more
They want it bad, I want it more
I'm off the drank, I'm movin' slow
Too many hoes, eeny-miny-moe
I'm countin' cake, rollin' up dope
These niggas lame, copy the flow
Millions of bitches, but I want his ho
I pop an X while it's like 4AM
I'm the super villain 'cause they
Treatin' me like it
Been like this since the beginning
How the fuck can I hide it?
Nigga just want the millions
Industry tryna hide 'em
And I just break her heart
I leave that bitch suicidal
Nigga tryna get up in it
I can't make you my bridal
Hit the bitch 'til I finish
This bitch moanin' and cryin'
Throw that shit on my tab
Somebody bring me a bottle
Pull up, come to my section
It's a thousand of models
Models
I guess I'm the super villain 'cause
They treatin' me like it
Been like this since the beginning
How the fuck can I hide it?
Nigga just want the millions
Industry tryna hide 'em
And I just break her heart
I leave that bitch suicidal
Nigga tryna get up in it
I can't make you my bridal
Hit the bitch 'til I finish
This bitch moanin' and cryin'
Throw that shit on my tab
Somebody bring me a bottle
Pull up, come to my section
It's a thousand of models
Fuckin' this bitch
Said she feel it in her belly
I come through with that stick on me
The shit there is heavy
When I come through, hide your big homie
Y'all niggas ain't ready
Peep my wrist, that shit
Thunderstorm, iced out, bitch, baguette
I fucked that bitch then I forget it
Love the money, I got a fetish
Lot of money comin' in steady
Three strokes, I fuck up her belly
I met a bad bitch out in Bali
I'm with my whoas, nigga, call up Velly
Y'all niggas peons, R kelly
My pockets fat, ho, potbelly
Pour up a cup, pour up some more
They want it bad, I want it more
I'm off the drank, I'm movin' slow
Too many hoes, eeny-miny-moe
I'm countin' cake, rollin' up dope
These niggas lame, copy the flow
Millions of bitches, but I want his ho
I pop an X while it's like 4AM
I'm the super villain 'cause they
Treatin' me like it
Been like this since the beginning
How the fuck can I hide it?
Nigga just want the millions
Industry tryna hide 'em
And I just break her heart
I leave that bitch suicidal
Nigga tryna get up in it
I can't make you my bridal
Hit the bitch 'til I finish
This bitch moanin' and cryin'
Throw that shit on my tab
Somebody bring me a bottle
Pull up, come to my section
It's a thousand of models
Models