Trance (feat. Karlae & Yung Bleu)

Touch me, tease me, touch me Yo, bitch, I'm the big Balenciaga mama (tease me) Been bringin' the drama, big don dada (touch me, tease me) You can't even name a bitch hotter than this (touch me, tease me) Queen shit, bring him down to his knee shit You know what the fuck I'm talking 'bout, lil' bitch Pimps down, hoes up, you feel me? (It's that Trappin N London for sure) Hunnid racks, big bag, fat ass, I'ma pop my shit You know I'ma pop my shit He say, "Damn, baby, you done got some ass on you" He love how I make it dance, put 'em in a trance like this Good frame on me, can't get close 'Less you comin' with a check, spend your bag on this Need the Cartier shades with the Rollie iced out And I need it right now, need baguettes on my wrist When she saw the diamonds, went in cardiac arrest (ooh) Tried to slide on a nigga and I heard He got caught up with the rest (ooh, grrah) She a bad bitch, gotta get the best Fuckin' on the cloud, got her pilotin' the jet (skrrt) Balenciaga mama in the 'Vette (skrrt) Tryna slide on a nigga and I heard She got caught up with the rest New shoes, I done Jimmy-ed my Choos You can't walk like this, you can't even talk like this I'ma boss-ass bitch, let a bitch throw dirt on my name I'ma get the bitch rocked like Chris Can't stop my drip, I've been flexin' on my opps like this I'ma put it on, no off switch Put this shit on every day I got these hoes drownin' tryna ride the wave, yeah You won't get a Cinderella You better be comin' with purses and chains He got him a new addition And you knowin' Karlae be the one to blame, shame These bitches thought that they was in my lane Think they compare, these hoes must be insane He say he want a bitch with perfect shape Well, baby, no need to look the other way Hunnid racks, big bag, fat ass, I'ma pop my shit You know I'ma pop my shit He say, "Damn, baby, you done got some ass on you" He love how I make it dance, put 'em in a trance like this Good frame on me, can't get close 'Less you comin' with a check, spend your bag on this Need the Cartier shades with the Rollie iced out And I need it right now, need baguettes on my wrist When she saw the diamonds, went in cardiac arrest (ooh) Tried to slide on a nigga and I heard He got caught up with the rest (ooh, grrah) She a bad bitch, gotta get the best Fuckin' on the cloud, got her pilotin' the jet (skrrt) Balenciaga mama in the 'Vette (skrrt) Tryna slide on a nigga and I heard She got caught up with the rest I can't show you how to cook You gotta know how to cook (you gotta know how to cook) I know how to make it look I do this shit by the book (shit by the book) She said she wanna a new ass and titties I told her, "It's already booked" (booked) She wanna fuck in the dark I told her cut on the light 'cause I like how it look (ooh) Got on dope boy Nikes when I fuck Got a black four-five and you know it's on tuck She a freak, she can suck, she can fuck, with her teeth She know how to make love Beat the pussy like Terminator Spread her like exterminator Hunnid racks stacked on the table Brrah, name in the papers Hunnid racks, big bag, fat ass, I'ma pop my shit You know I'ma pop my shit He say, "Damn, baby, you done got some ass on you" He love how I make it dance, put 'em in a trance like this Good frame on me, can't get close 'Less you comin' with a check, spend your bag on this Need the Cartier shades with the Rollie iced out And I need it right now, need baguettes on my wrist When she saw the diamonds, went in cardiac arrest (ooh) Tried to slide on a nigga and I heard He got caught up with the rest (ooh, grrah) She a bad bitch, gotta get the best Fuckin' on the cloud, got her pilotin' the jet (skrrt) Balenciaga mama in the 'Vette (skrrt) Tryna slide on a nigga and I heard She got caught up with the rest Touch me, tease me (ooh) Touch me, tease me (ooh, grrah) Skrrt, skrrt