OUTSIDE (feat. Treety)

I'm that bitch, I'ma dime, I be on fleek

Bet that money make you turn into a freak

You a angel but a demon in the sheets

And if them hoes ain't fuckin' with you, 'cause them hoes, they can't compete

Don't keep me waiting

You know I don't do chasing

They be chasing

You took a L, let's face it

You gotta face it

Fuck, now you gotta be patient

Now that shit beyond me

Now you gotta catch me outside, link when I get back to New Orleans

In New Orleans

I'll be there shortly

Feeling you, shawty, yeah

I'm like everybody type

Everybody type

Got it popping on the first night

First night

Yeah, I was on the first flight in

Now we outside again, now we outside again, hair down

Outside, outside

Hair done, you ain't tryna lay back, you gon' let it play back

You gon' tell 'em this your song

Sections and you brought the whole clique, now you can't control it

Now they gotta play your song

Hair done, you ain't tryna lay back, you gon' let it play back

You gon' tell 'em this your song

Sections and you brought the whole clique, now you can't control it

Now they gotta play your song

Where the party at, you wanna go where the party at, at

And you won't let it get you

Party at, you wanna go where the party at, at

And you won't let it

Where the party at, you wanna go where the party at, at

And you won't let it get you

Party at, you wanna go where the party at, at

And you won't let it

She don't like me, but I bet that she gon' speak

She can't stand me

And any bitch that's fucking with you 'cause of me

It's 'cause of Treet'

You know I'm hotter than Miami, like the heat, tsss

You know I'm hot

And if he 'round me, that's because he proud of me, aye

Turn me up and don't ever turn me down

Aye

I got my white, and my bitches got the brown

Aye

One night only 'cause we way from outta town

From New Orleans

And if you hate me, you gon' really hate me now, look

You ain't a dime, then bitch, get up

You gotta get up

All my bitches' titties sit up

My bitches sit up

Your cup empty, you should fill up

Better fill up

I turn you on 'cause I'm the realer

'Cause I'm the realest

Treet'

Hair done, you ain't tryna lay back, you gon' let it play back

You gon' tell 'em this your song

Sections and you brought the whole clique, now you can't control it

Now they gotta play your song

Hair done, you ain't tryna lay back, you gon' let it play back

You gon' tell 'em this your song

Sections and you brought the whole clique, now you can't control it

Now they gotta play your song

Where the party at, you wanna go where the party at, at

And you won't let it get you

Party at, you wanna go where the party at, at

And you won't let it

Where the party at, you wanna go where the party at, at

And you won't let it get you

Party at, you wanna go where the party at, at

And you won't let it

Turn you down

Turn you down

You won't let it turn you down

Turn you down

Turn you down

Turn you down

You won't let it turn you down

Turn you down