Trill Sammy and Dice SoHo - Control

Roll up, go to Mars (Mars)
Model bitch, only rock Dior (model broad)
She get what she want, she's spoiled (what she want?)
Two cup for my drank, where the O? (Where the O?)
Pop that ass out on the floor (yeah, pop it, pop it)
Shake that ass just like a hoe (shake it, shake it, shake it)
That's exactly what I told her (told her)
Say her nigga lame and he control her ('trol her)
Walking with a bankroll, it can't fold up
We don't stay down, now we ten toes up

In the moat on the block with my soldiers
I can't put you on this play, you might fold up
I think shawty diggin' my persona (so so)
And she don't smoke tree, she want coca (what?)
And she brought her friend, I want both of 'em (both of 'em)
It ain't Halloween but I might pull up in that Ghost or sum' (skrrt, skrrt)
So much smoke, look like we roast or sum'
I'm burning through the bread like a toaster oven (gas, gas, gas)
Hands on yo' knees, that's yo' game like it's yoga
If my bitch see this shit it's probably gon' be over
Sexy bitch, I'm tryna get you out of Fashionnova
Wrist cold as the polar, diamonds shine bright like the solar (yessir)
Two coffee cups in a Sprite remix (that's right)
Put her on the dabs, now she in Venus
Titties sittin' nice and that ass the meanest
She fuck me good and then we blow a bag at Nina's

Roll up, go to Mars (Mars)
Model bitch, only rock Dior (model broad)
She get what she want, she's spoiled (what she want)
Two cup for my drank, where the O? (Where the O?)
Pop that ass out on the floor (yeah, pop it, pop it)
Shake that ass just like a hoe (shake it, shake it, shake it)
That's exactly what I told her (told her)
Say her nigga lame and he control her ('trol her)
Walking with a bankroll, it can't fold up (bankroll, bankroll)
We don't stay down, now we ten toes up (trill)

Shoutout my jeweller, got me froze up
Too busy counting mula so she chose up (bih)
We turnin' up on tour, I been road runnin' (road runnin')
Don't know why she think she the only one (uh, what?)
Don't know why he think we gon' fold somethin' (fold somethin')
Bankroll fit me snug, bitch I came in with these old hundreds (haha)
Flipping for a dub, we still trapping 'til I fold something (trap)
Two cups of that mud, you would think I had a cold or somethin'
Put my bitch all in Dior (Dior)
We been balling, they keeping score
I got money but need some more (uh huh)
And more and more (and more and more)
Pull up on a curb (skrrt), lift the door
Sippin' all the syrup like I'm finna throw up
Niggas steal our style, feel like you really owe us (uh huh)
They stay the night but I'm like "no way" (no, no, no)
She gon' pop it open for that Rosé (Ha)

Roll up, go to Mars (Mars)
Model bitch, only rock Dior (model broad)
She get what she want, she's spoiled (what she want)
Two cup for my drank, where the O? (Where the O?)
Pop that ass out on the floor (yeah, pop it, pop it)
Shake that ass just like a hoe (shake it, shake it, shake it)
That's exactly what I told her (told her)
Say her nigga lame and he control her ('trol her)
Walking with a bankroll, it can't fold up (bankroll, bankroll)
We don't stay down, now we ten toes up

Written by:
Samuel Michael Perrares Garcia, Dice SoHo

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