Lyrics

Don't sleep Cause she's workin' hard all night and she don't sleep Spend her last dime on some pretty fabric She make it look good but it wasn't easy No ma'am, that's true 'Cause a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do To see her name in lights from the world's point of view She wanna look good and she like it brand new She's a dream girl (Girl) She's your favorite girl (Girl) They all like to call her sis cause she's a girls' girl Not a hoe girl (Girl) But your homegirl (Girl) She can be a diva, but she ain't a diva So holla when you see her Ella Ella Ella Ella Ella Ella Your very own Estrella Ella Ella (Ella Ella) Ella Ella (Ella Ella) Ella Ella She is me, and she's what I always dreamt to be Time to make these minutes last more than fifteen 'Cause right now I'm at the table and I'm ready to eat Mmm 'Cause a bitch like lobster Gimme gimme gimme that truffle pasta Shake, shake, shake your maracas I'm the visuals baby, watch me hit this cha cha Flashy She's sassy So nasty, but knows how to keep it classy She's gorgeous So flawless A starlet, and she's gonna get hers regardless She's a dream girl (Girl) She's your favorite girl (Girl) They all like to call her sis cause she's a girls' girl Not a hoe girl (Girl) But your homegirl (Girl) She can be a diva, but she ain't a diva So holla when you see her Ella Ella Ella Ella Ella Ella Your very own Estrella Ella Ella (Ella Ella) Ella Ella (Ella Ella) Ella Ella Don't get it twisted bitch, she's still EsTitties from the block tho They say fake it till you make it I say hustle and take it That piggy bank I'm bout to break it Throw it back and then shake it Make it rain in this bitch let em pick up my tips Watch these bars that I spit, while I'm gripping my tits GO! Itty bitch, Bitty bitch, Litty bitch, Titty Bitch Bitch from the block, a block from your city bitch Who's that girl that's reppin' LA S A L I N to the A Ain't a damn thing change but the bots online I'll tweet back never ya dumb instigator Legend RuPaul ya I appreciate her And the trade with the big stick, I'll see ya later Bop after bop off the top like a toupee Saliner got her bands up Drop ya hands cause the tit for the fans And the girls sis me, but I'm not yo fam Got it out the mud ya I'm focused man Do it for my mama I'll never change Woah shit, guess what they call fame Hood to Hollywood, but I stay the same Hood to Hollywood, but I stay the same
Writer(s): Jason Depuy, Ocean Kelly, Ronald Keaton Hodge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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