Trick Off or Fck Off

Yeah, you know, I told you, it's only two things these niggas can do for me
Trick off or fuck off, trick off or fuck off.
Trick, trick, trick, trick, trick, trick
Trick off or fuck off, trick off or fuck off.
Trick, trick, trick, trick, trick, trick

Tell that lil nigga he can trick off or fuck off.
I ain't worried bout a nigga who ain't coming with the bag (Bag)
Buy me a Ferrari, got me looking like a snack
Yeah, lay me on the counter like a five star meal
What did Gotti say? She a five star bitch
Been popping my shit since I was a kid
Riding through the city like Mario Kart
He really want a baddie on his arm
I ain't coming to play, yeah, I came to slay
My biggest flex is that I don't have to (Heyyyy)
And when a nigga see me, he wanna submit too
Come and sugar daddy and trick off on me, boo

Trick off or fuck off, trick off or fuck off.
Trick, trick, trick, trick, trick, trick
Trick off or fuck off, trick off or fuck off.
Trick, trick, trick, trick, trick, trick

Blowing up my phone won't make me answer
That crazy ass shit gon' leave you stranded
A rich nigga gon' know his place
And if he handling his business, he gon' know where I stay
That nigga paying child support, but I ain't got his baby
Bought me and the kids a brand new Mercedes
I don't chase no nigga baby, I don't chase my liquor
Any nigga I entertain will be labeled as a spender
Pussy so good, made him crunch up his toes
Game so good, made his wallet unfold
Got that nigga in a headlock with my legs lock
He said don't worry baby, I just got a sweet tooth

Trick off or fuck off, trick off or fuck off
Trick, trick, trick, trick, trick
Trick off or fuck off, trick off or fuck off
Trick, trick, trick, trick, trick
Trick off or fuck off, trick off or fuck off
Trick, trick, trick, trick, trick
Trick off or fuck off, trick, trick, trick, trick, trick
Trick and treat, motherfuckers