Spicy (feat. Post Malone)

(Damn, James)

(Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign)

Who tryna, who tryna go?

Who gon' drop it down like there's money on the floor?

Who tryna, who tryna bust it for the dollars?

Who tryna freak, bring their homegirl and run it?

She my spicy lil' mama, she let me bust her piñata

I buy her all the designer, but she's still leavin' tomorrow

Who tryna, who tryna go?

Who **** hope that she don't?

Who tryna slide for the night?

Who tryna wife her? Not I

Know my name, say my name

Yellow diamonds on my chain, lemonade

I can never be your main, but tell your man

You gon' have to call him back another time

Girl, let's get high and vibe

Go up, get loud

Get right here and now

Yeah, tell me

Who tryna, who tryna go?

Who gon' drop it down like there's money on the floor?

Who tryna, who tryna bust it for the dollars?

Who tryna freak, bring their homegirl and run it?

She my spicy lil' mama, she let me bust her piñata

I buy her all the designer, but she's still leavin' tomorrow

She tryna pull my pants down

I was lightin' up a stoge on my break time

Told her, "Babe, I got a meetin' over FaceTime"

She don't care, my lil' mama never waste time (Ooh, wow)

Gotta catch a flight real quick

Snuck a Xanny on the plane in her fuckin' lipstick

She look at me and laugh, give a fuck what I think

And she batshit crazy, but I like her like this, yeah

Shawty so bad, man, shawty so cold

Wanna go out, twenty-five years old

Met her in the club, they were playin' "Psycho"

Now we match APs and they all rose-gold

And we both can agree

Ooh, she wilder than me

Yeah, tell me who tryna, who tryna go?

Who gon' drop it down like there's money on the floor?

Who tryna, who tryna bust it for the dollars?

Who tryna freak, bring their homegirl and run it?

She my spicy lil' mama, she let me bust her piñata

I buy her all the designer, but she's still leavin' tomorrow