High Demand

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Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha
 It's Trax season bruh
 Bitch, I'm cool (bitch, I'm cool)
 Hoe I'm straight (yeah) (hoe, I'm straight)
 I'm gettin' money (gettin' money)
 Can you relate? (hey)
 Bitch, I'm a high demand, rock designer brands
 Don't take no orders, nah, I only give demands
 Bitch, I'm cool (bitch, I'm cool)
 Hoe I'm straight (yeah)
 I'm gettin' money (gettin' money)
 Can you relate? (yeah)
 Bitch, I'm a high demand, rock designer brands
 Don't take no orders, nah, I only give demands
 Fuck niggas, I'on feel 'em
 Take his money, don't never forgive him
 All niggas do is lie
 Can't run no game on me but you can try
 Fuck niggas be 'bout game
 Can't control me, don't run in this lane
 Call yo' broke ass baby mama
 Feed her dick and lies but bitch, I'm 'bout commas
 Don't trust no sour ass nigga
 I sign my own check, I could never be bitter
 Can't make me a joke
 Run them pockets dry, leave a nigga dead broke
 And girl, don't trust his mama
 She be on everybody side, old bitch be wit' the drama
 Now let me give y'all the game
 He be in another bitch inbox puttin' you to shame (woo)
 Don't give a nigga no fame
 He wanna beat it out the box but ain't givin' no ring
 Girl, extort that nigga
 My game tight, you feel short lil' hitter (money, money)
 Don't tell these niggas the truth
 Lie to that nigga, 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
 Bitch, I'm cool (bitch, I'm cool)
 Hoe I'm straight (yeah) (hoe, I'm straight)
 I'm gettin' money (gettin' money)
 Can you relate? (hey)
 Bitch, I'm a high demand, rock designer brands
 Don't take no orders, nah, I only give demands
 Bitch, I'm cool (bitch, I'm cool)
 Hoe I'm straight (yeah)
 I'm gettin' money (gettin' money)
 Can you relate? (yeah)
 Bitch, I'm a high demand, rock designer brands
 Don't take no orders, nah, I only give demands
 Get there, get there, get there
 I'll slap a bitch out their underwear
 Get there, get there, get there
 Lay a hoe to rest, I don't even care
 A broke nigga? That's tragic
 Paid all year, don't need no taxes
 Now you talkin' my language
 Too busy at the bank, give a fuck 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 hoe, don't let her lay up in your sheets
 These rappers ain't rappin' what they living (nah)
 I'm a real bitch though, I'ma rap what it's giving
 I'm finna find me a new man
 Boss bitch, do what I want, not what I can (boss)
 Bitch, I'm cool (bitch, I'm cool)
 Hoe I'm straight (yeah) (hoe, I'm straight)
 I'm gettin' money (gettin' money)
 Can you relate? (hey)
 Bitch, I'm a high demand, rock designer brands
 Don't take no orders, nah, I only give demands
 Bitch, I'm cool (bitch, I'm cool)
 Hoe I'm straight (yeah)
 I'm gettin' money (gettin' money)
 Can you relate? (yeah)
 Bitch, I'm a high demand, rock designer brands
 Don't take no orders, nah, I only give demands
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 Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha
 It's Trax season bruh
 

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Duration
02:36
Key
5
Tempo
150 BPM

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