High Demand

[Intro] (Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha) (It's Trax season bruh) [Chorus] Bitch, I’m cool (Bitch, I’m cool) Ho I’m straight (Yeah) (Ho, I’m straight) I’m gettin’ money (Gettin’ money) Can you relate? (Hey) Bitch, I’m a high demand, rock designer brands Don’t take no orders, nah, I only give demands Bitch, I’m cool (Bitch, I’m cool) Ho I’m straight (Yeah) I’m gettin’ money (Gettin’ money) Can you relate? (Yeah) Bitch, I’m a high demand, rock designer brands Don’t take no orders, nah, I only give demands [Verse 1] Fuck niggas, I’on feel ‘em Take his money, don’t never forgive him All niggas do is lie Can’t run no game on me but you can try Fuck niggas be ‘bout game Can’t control me, don’t run in this lane Call yo’ broke ass baby mama Feed her dick and lies but bitch, I’m ‘bout commas Don’t trust no sour ass nigga I sign my own check, I could never be bitter Can’t make me a joke Run them pockets dry, leave a nigga dead broke And girl, don’t trust his mama She be on everybody side, old bitch be wit’ the drama Now let me give y’all the game He be in another bitch inbox puttin’ you to shame (Woo) Don’t give a nigga no fame He wanna beat it out the box but ain’t givin’ no ring Girl, extort that nigga My game tight, you feel short lil’ hitter (Money, money) Don’t tell these niggas the truth Lie to that nigga, that’s what he do to you Sweet talking, I’on wanna hear it Don’t really want your gifts, baby boy, you can clear it [Chorus] Bitch, I’m cool (Bitch, I’m cool) Ho I’m straight (Yeah) (Ho, I’m straight) I’m gettin’ money (Gettin’ money) Can you relate? (Hey) Bitch, I’m a high demand, rock designer brands Don’t take no orders, nah, I only give demands Bitch, I’m cool (Bitch, I’m cool) Ho I’m straight (Yeah) I’m gettin’ money (Gettin’ money) Can you relate? (Yeah) Bitch, I’m a high demand, rock designer brands Don’t take no orders, nah, I only give demands [Verse 2] Get there, get there, get there I’ll slap a bitch out their underwear Get there, get there, get there Lay a ho to rest, I don’t even care A broke nigga? That’s tragic Paid all year, don’t need no taxes Now you talkin’ my language Too busy at the bank, give a fuck what you sayin’ Kobe on the floor, diamonds on the bezel I’ma let you know, baby, it’s whatever Jeezy wit’ the snow, I got the key to the streets She a freak ho, don’t let her lay up in your sheets These rappers ain’t rappin’ what they living (Nah) I’m a real bitch though, I’ma rap what it’s giving I’m finna find me a new man Boss bitch, do what I want, not what I can (Boss) [Chorus] Bitch, I’m cool (Bitch, I’m cool) Ho I’m straight (Yeah) (Ho, I’m straight) I’m gettin’ money (Gettin’ money) Can you relate? (Hey) Bitch, I’m a high demand, rock designer brands Don’t take no orders, nah, I only give demands Bitch, I’m cool (Bitch, I’m cool) Ho I’m straight (Yeah) I’m gettin’ money (Gettin’ money) Can you relate? (Yeah) Bitch, I’m a high demand, rock designer brands Don’t take no orders, nah, I only give demands [Outro] (Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha) (It's Trax season bruh)