Chola
Chola
Trilla Tuesday

[Chorus]
I don't got no type
Real n***as is the only thing that I like
You ain't got no life
Cups wit' the ice and we do it Tuesday night (aye!)
I don't check the price (I got it)
I make my own money, so I spend it how I like
I'm just livin' life
And pray the Lord forgive me, n***a I ain't livin' right

[Verse 1]
See this watch right here? Ain't no Michael Kors
He said "Girl you my type" and I'm like 'Of course'
Send a lil pic through the text, got him open like doors
Text 911 to my ex, like 'Buy me a Porsche'
Hold up
I ain't fuckin' for a bag though
This is for my real women, where ya at though?
Had to come flex on the Rae flow
Trilla Tuesday, but fuck it n***a I'ma give it back though
This a Chanel bag to a hoe that's still wearin' muthafuckin' Coach
My squad like, "B take one for the team", I'm the muthafuckin' coach
You know that
You know that
Just real n***as that's wit' me, every time that you see me
And you know that
Bitch, you know that
Yeah, bitch you know that
Chola