CONTROLL

Yeah
Yeah
I'm on fire
I'm on fire
Yeah
Stop drop roll
I'm on fire
Never paid for a thing but I got shit
I can see his dick print next to his pocket
Rocket
Blast off
Give him hats off
He got a hard ass dick and my ass soft
Fuck him in the club or a jet that's a mile high
I ain't fucking with him if he under 5'9"
For the money I'll pretend he's a tall guy
Supersize his ass like a small fry
Gimme that
Ass clap like it's pitty pat
All I see is green bitch I'm a running back
If the dick good tell the boy to run it back
If you looking for me I'll be where the money at
Please me
Ima milk that shit like a chi chi
Sock it to me all up in my face like I'm RiRi
Oh you French now
Where the wee wee
We can make a movie on the couch
Believe me
Control me
You gone control who
You ain't controlling shit bitch I ain't your Roku
I would put his face on the gram but he local
If they find out we fuckin then he might be global
I don't need ring or a key just to lock it
All I need is chips on a card to cop it
I don't give a fuck if she gay or in the closet
If you wana fuck you better pay that deposit
Yes
Got them bitches mad now they all depressed
Got something to say then get it off ya chest
Blick by my side like a arm rest
Aim for ya limbs now you're armless
Hmm
Subtract that shit
I ain't talkin shit bitch I can back that shit
If we was up in a race I'll overlap that bitch
Now back it up and dump it let me tap that shit
Money on my mind check the brain scan
I can count the amount of fucks I give on the same hand
Count it up cause I deposit quicker than you lames can
I can spot a fake a bitch quicker than a spray tan
Amen
Bitch built like a paint can
Got a grip on his dick like I shake hands
Ass bustin out the skirt I just hate pants
Throwin money in the air watch me rain dance
Yeeeessss
Y'all thought y'all could fuck with me
Me
Hahahahahaha
It's LauraLynn Bitch