Flavas

Step in my closet CC on my shirts Autopilot the v in the skirt Live life in private I'm somewhere in Turks With a lil shawty Ain't came from the earth Say she a player She green every shot Whole lotta haters I count up some guap Whole lotta flavors Don't know what he got Whole lotta flavors Whole lotta flavors Whole lotta flavors Whole lotta flavors He gotta whole lotta flavors Whole lotta flavors Count up a whole lotta paper Got me a whole lot of flavors I got a whole lotta flavors Each everyone got a tote bag They keep it quiet they don't ask Butterfly whip where the doors at I keep on throwing the cash to flirt I bought 100 new bags to work Hop in the V and I smash the skirt don't need a plea ima dash it first Yeah got lotta flavors She want some Louie V She ain't basic She want that Body By Raven Tracy She want that new Chanel ona Daily Keep a money bag You keep it Ari baby And I left out the city I'm sorry baby If you need something Different than call me baby And I play the position You want it baby yeah Step in my closet CC on my shirts Go autopilot the V in the skirt Live life in private I'm somewhere in Turks With a lil shawty Ain't came from the earth Say she a player She green every shot Whole lotta haters I count up some guap Whole lotta flavors Don't know what he got Whole lotta flavors Whole lotta flavors Whole lotta flavors Whole lotta flavors He gotta whole lotta flavors Whole lotta flavors Count up a whole lotta paper Got me a whole lot of flavors Parking lot party in a rafe Only want designer where I stay Only keep the money in the safe Gotta lotta hundreds where I lay Gotta keep lil shawty in her place Tell her when to leave And when to stay Told me she ain't never left state Now she got some friends in TSA Yeah you want the Birkin than grab one They know I stay with a bad one These niggas wishing they had one Been popping up in a fast one Yeah she doing too much And I dead it Hop in the v and I shred it They ain't tryna give me no credit Worry about me need to look at Ya credit yeah Step in my closet CC on my shirts Go autopilot the V in the skirt Live life in private I'm somewhere in Turks With a lil shawty Ain't came from the earth Say she a player She green every shot Whole lotta haters I count up some guap Whole lotta flavors Don't know what he got Whole lotta flavors Whole lotta flavors Whole lotta flavors Whole lotta flavors He gotta whole lotta flavors Whole lotta flavors Count up a whole lotta paper Got me a whole lot of flavors