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high demand - saucy santana lyrics

[intro]
(tre trax, i think we got one, haha)
(it’s trax season bruh)

[chorus]
b*tch, i’m cool (b*tch, i’m cool)
ho i’m straight (yeah) (ho, i’m straight)
i’m gettin’ money (gettin’ money)
can you relate? (hey)
b*tch, i’m a high demand, rock designer brands
don’t take no orders, nah, i only give demands
b*tch, i’m cool (b*tch, i’m cool)
ho i’m straight (yeah)
i’m gettin’ money (gettin’ money)
can you relate? (yeah)
b*tch, i’m a high demand, rock designer brands
don’t take no orders, nah, i only give demands

[verse 1]
f*ck n*ggas, i’on feel ‘em
take his money, don’t never forgive him
all n*ggas do is lie
can’t run no game on me but you can try
f*ck n*ggas be ‘bout game
can’t control me, don’t run in this lane
call yo’ broke ass baby mama
feed her d*ck and lies but b*tch, i’m ‘bout commas
don’t trust no sour ass n*gga
i sign my own check, i could never be bitter
can’t make me a joke
run them pockets dry, leave a n*gga dead broke
and girl, don’t trust his mama
she be on everybody side, old b*tch be wit’ the drama
now let me give y’all the game
he be in another b*tch inbox puttin’ you to shame (woo)
don’t give a n*gga no fame
he wanna beat it out the box but ain’t givin’ no ring
girl, extort that n*gga
my game tight, you feel short lil’ hitter (money, money)
don’t tell these n*ggas the truth
lie to that n*gga, 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]
b*tch, i’m cool (b*tch, i’m cool)
ho i’m straight (yeah) (ho, i’m straight)
i’m gettin’ money (gettin’ money)
can you relate? (hey)
b*tch, i’m a high demand, rock designer brands
don’t take no orders, nah, i only give demands
b*tch, i’m cool (b*tch, i’m cool)
ho i’m straight (yeah)
i’m gettin’ money (gettin’ money)
can you relate? (yeah)
b*tch, 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 b*tch out their underwear
get there, get there, get there
lay a ho to rest, i don’t even care
a broke n*gga? that’s tragic
paid all year, don’t need no taxes
now you talkin’ my language
too busy at the bank, give a f*ck 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 b*tch though, i’ma rap what it’s giving
i’m finna find me a new man
boss b*tch, do what i want, not what i can (boss)

[chorus]
b*tch, i’m cool (b*tch, i’m cool)
ho i’m straight (yeah) (ho, i’m straight)
i’m gettin’ money (gettin’ money)
can you relate? (hey)
b*tch, i’m a high demand, rock designer brands
don’t take no orders, nah, i only give demands
b*tch, i’m cool (b*tch, i’m cool)
ho i’m straight (yeah)
i’m gettin’ money (gettin’ money)
can you relate? (yeah)
b*tch, 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)

- saucy santana lyrics

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