Drebo - Lola Montez lyrics

[DeVante' Hall: Verse 1] She just wait for me to get up in it Playin' wit her feelings (fillings) Call me Dentist, girl That p**y get the drilling And she get it, on her money chasin millions And she screamin' Got her legs up to the ceiling How's that for a pic, huh? Throw it back for a n***a (ok, ok) Although I don't call you You run my mind like basketball do Got a basketball a** With a racquetball cla** too Can't lie Couldn't let you pa** through How i snatched you Damn, like that shawty? I f**ed her good but Then she call forward me She must got another n***a All good, I got some b**hes Don't compare to other n***as, this sh** senseless I been sort of thinkin' lately You can be my one and only, lady.. HA! [DeVante' Hall: Verse 2] Mercedes baby, come on, let's ride Girl you fly, have you rode a G5? Me neither, sh** I ain't gon lie But these the things that a Queen need in her life Real n***a and I need a real wife Tryna get rich, tryna get right No dishes, you know we gone dine Appetize McDonalds fries With a shake on the side Now we up in that line Bet a n***a won't say sh** If he do, he will take hits Like, you know I'm known to break sh**, ha She ugly, she basic But she got me on her playlist I guess that makes sense Now we take lift Good weed These them grapes, b**h!