Don Trip

Don Trip - She Want lyrics

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(Ft. Jae Fitz & Juicy J)

She get what she want, she get what she want

She get what she want, she get what she want

I'm buying, they say it ain't tricking if you got it

They're lying, I said it ain't tricking, if you got her

She mine! OK!

Round, round my misses, the aviator is vintage

Her purse limited addition

She mine, I spend it!

I spend no expenses, whatever she want she gets it

And Michael Kors spending dirty money,

my bank ain't got no limit

I give my woman the world,

won't give a pile of dirt to no bitches

No side bitch, no mistress, can't get shit with a stif dick

No my lady can't cook

But it's OK cause she tried though

She still in keep with there when I need her

She wash, iron and dry clothes

I been searching for her high and low

With a flat life and a blindfold

So I sorta kinda looked up, won't give it up, or let it go!

She get whatever she asked for

Yes, that's correct, she that spoiled

Sitting fat we balling out

bitch, all net no back board!

More bait than a back board. Her car didn't come with no back door.

Thats a Beemer coupe for christmas she don't even know she's getting it

She wind fine and she picky, I swear to God I'm picky

It's a different world when she with me

I'm like Dwayne Wayne and her Whitney

Chorus:

She get what she want, she get what she want

She get what she want, she get what she want

I'm buying, they say it ain't tricking,

If you got it, they're lying

I say it ain't tricking if you got her, she mine!

She get what she want, she get what she want

She get what she want, she get what she want

I'm buying,they say it ain't tricking,

if you got it, they're lying

I said they ain't tricking and if you got her, she Mine!

Turn up, turn up!

I got bandz on bandz gotta make her dance

Look like money niggas waiting their chance

Twenty years pay, cash for days

I made it rain, hoes thought it was waves

Big cash is what I like, big ass vanilla dike

She work for me, that's my bitch for life

Broke ass niggas gotta pay the price

Smoke your dough and roll the dice

I got stacks like an over bite

Bad bitches on stage with me

Hoe ass niggas move to the right

Tripping niggas crank in the front, pass the blunt, turn it up

If you're making money, put your middle finger up

Smoking out in the penthouse, I got loud, bring the vape out

With your bitch on the trippy stick. cash all hits, make bone rips

I'll be on my double up to mother fucking twigs.

Pussy good head good. I'm a fucking again.

High on the beat, chill her with Latina.

I'm black, she red like Martin and Gina

All about the money, all about stunt

No keys for the cars, press me a button

Old money turn into new money, like Benjamin Button

Get them fucked up, get them tore up

From the flow up, with the money sprite.

We're twenty feet off in the air

I ain't talking flights.

Chorus:

She get what she want, she get what she want

She get what she want, she get what she want

I'm buying, they say it ain't tricking,

if you got it, they're lying

I say it ain't tricking if you got her, she mine!

She get what she want, she get what she want

She get what she want, she get what she want

I'm buying, they say it ain't tricking,

if you got her, they're lying

I said they ain't tricking if you got her she Mine!

Thanks to G for correcting these lyrics

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