Truffle Butter

Lyrics

Uh, thinkin' out loud
 I must have a quarter million on me right now
 Hard to make a song 'bout somethin' other than the money
 Two things I'm about is talkin' blunt and staying blunted
 Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh?
 We should all disappear right now
 Look, you're gettin' all your friends and you're gettin' in the car
 And you're comin' to the house, are we clear right now, huh?
 You see the fleet of all the new things
 Cop cars with the loose change
 All white like I move things
 Niggas see me rollin' and their mood change
 Like a motherfucker
 New flow, I got a dozen of 'em
 I don't trust you, you a undercover
 I could probably make some step-sisters fuck each other (woo)
 Talkin' filets with the truffle butter
 Fresh sheets and towels, man, she gotta love it
 Yeah, they all get what they desire from it
 What? Tell them niggas we ain't hidin' from it
 ♪
 Yo, thinkin' out loud
 I must have about a milli' on me right now
 And I ain't talkin' 'bout that Lil Wayne record
 I'm still the highest sellin' female rapper for the record
 Man, this a 65 million single sold
 I ain't gotta compete with a single soul
 I'm good with the ballpoint game, finger roll
 Ask me how to do it, I don't tell a single soul
 Pretty women, wassup? Is you here right now?
 You a stand-up or is you in your chair, right now? Uh
 Do you hear me?
 I can't let a whack nigga get near me
 I might kiss the baddest bitch if you dare me
 I ain't never need a man to take care of me, yo
 I'm in that big boy, bitches can't rent this
 I floss everyday, but I ain't a dentist
 Your whole style and approach, I invented
 And I ain't takin' that back 'cause I meant it
 ♪
 Uh, thinkin' out loud
 I could be broke and keep a million dollar smile
 LOL to the bank checkin' my account
 Bank teller flirtin' after checkin' my account
 Pretty ladies, are you here?
 Truffle butter on your pussy
 Cuddle buddies on the low
 You ain't gotta tell your friend
 That I eat it in the morning
 'Cause she gon' say, "I know"
 Can I hit it in the bathroom?
 Put your hands on the toilet
 I'll put one leg on the tub
 Girl, this my new dance move
 I just don't know what to call it
 But, bitch, you dancin' with the stars
 I ain't nothin' like your last dude
 What's his name? Not important
 I bought some cocaine, you can snort it
 She became a vacuum
 Put it on my dick like carpet
 Suck the white off like chocolate
 I'm so heartless, thoughtless, lawless, and flawless
 Smallest regardless, largest in charge
 And born in New Orleans, get killed for Jordans
 Skateboard, I'm gnarly
 Drake, Tunechi and Barbie, you know
 
 Uh, thinkin' out loud
 I must have a quarter million on me right now
 Hard to make a song 'bout somethin' other than the money
 Two things I'm about is talkin' blunt and staying blunted
 Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh?
 We should all disappear right now
 Look, you're gettin' all your friends and you're gettin' in the car
 And you're comin' to the house, are we clear right now, huh?
 You see the fleet of all the new things
 Cop cars with the loose change
 All white like I move things
 Niggas see me rollin' and their mood change
 Like a motherfucker
 New flow, I got a dozen of 'em
 I don't trust you, you a undercover
 I could probably make some step-sisters fuck each other (woo)
 Talkin' filets with the truffle butter
 Fresh sheets and towels, man, she gotta love it
 Yeah, they all get what they desire from it
 What? Tell them niggas we ain't hidin' from it
 ♪
 Yo, thinkin' out loud
 I must have about a milli' on me right now
 And I ain't talkin' 'bout that Lil Wayne record
 I'm still the highest sellin' female rapper for the record
 Man, this a 65 million single sold
 I ain't gotta compete with a single soul
 I'm good with the ballpoint game, finger roll
 Ask me how to do it, I don't tell a single soul
 Pretty women, wassup? Is you here right now?
 You a stand-up or is you in your chair, right now? Uh
 Do you hear me?
 I can't let a whack nigga get near me
 I might kiss the baddest bitch if you dare me
 I ain't never need a man to take care of me, yo
 I'm in that big boy, bitches can't rent this
 I floss everyday, but I ain't a dentist
 Your whole style and approach, I invented
 And I ain't takin' that back 'cause I meant it
 ♪
 Uh, thinkin' out loud
 I could be broke and keep a million dollar smile
 LOL to the bank checkin' my account
 Bank teller flirtin' after checkin' my account
 Pretty ladies, are you here?
 Truffle butter on your pussy
 Cuddle buddies on the low
 You ain't gotta tell your friend
 That I eat it in the morning
 'Cause she gon' say, "I know"
 Can I hit it in the bathroom?
 Put your hands on the toilet
 I'll put one leg on the tub
 Girl, this my new dance move
 I just don't know what to call it
 But, bitch, you dancin' with the stars
 I ain't nothin' like your last dude
 What's his name? Not important
 I bought some cocaine, you can snort it
 She became a vacuum
 Put it on my dick like carpet
 Suck the white off like chocolate
 I'm so heartless, thoughtless, lawless, and flawless
 Smallest regardless, largest in charge
 And born in New Orleans, get killed for Jordans
 Skateboard, I'm gnarly
 Drake, Tunechi and Barbie, you know
 

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Duration
03:39
Key
10
Tempo
105 BPM

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