Migos - Pretty Little Lady lyrics
[Hook: Quavo] Pretty lil lady, lil lady I tried to put her on but she already made it Pretty lil lady, lil lady And she got her own, she don't need a n***a paper Little lady, you're so pretty Pretty lil lady, you're so pretty Pretty lil lady and she got her own Pretty lil lady you know she got her own [Verse 1: Quavo] Pretty lady, she got her own Mercedes And she single, she thick and grown with no babies I really wanna take little mama home and go crazy But she won't let me, I can't do nothing but respect it She know the work from Monday through Thursday she earned it She don't care about my money, I sip my tea like Kermit She don't care bout them hunnids she pull 'em out the purses Yo b**h I'm the dab king I f** her like a [virgin?] She say she got a 9-5 I know that b**h serving It's none of my business I ain't worry But if you got a n***a and you workin' for him Imma shoot that n***a, Quavo Stephen Curry [Hook] Pretty lil lady, lil lady I tried to put her on but she already made it Pretty lil lady, lil lady And she got her own, she don't need a n***a paper Little lady, you're so pretty Pretty lil lady, you're so pretty Pretty lil lady and she got her own Pretty lil lady you know she got her own [Verse 2: Offset] Handle your business don't put me in it I know the truth you not innocent She got excited by my Louboutins Hop in my Lambo f** her, we don't speak again She didn't know I was a rapper Pick up the front and back in every weekend Gotta tell the truth shawty be dabbin' Pull up on you in the jagger with Aston Her stomach so fat like she fastin' Look at that a** it's fantastic Go get that money lil bitty b**h (go get it) Now hop on that pole and get nasty She won't let you smash let you spin in it It gotta be some type of benefit Oh f** it I don't really need that b**h She a bad b**h, she ain't really sh** I beat it, I hit her but I can not keep one We at the condo she smokin' the reefer Some of you lie she a beater Nasty and know little mama in the fetal Balenciega, alligator sneakers I trapped on the block, hotter than a fever I know she workin' she is not a keeper She f**in' all these n***as with monifa [Hook] Pretty lil lady, lil lady I tried to put her on but she already made it Pretty lil lady, lil lady And she got her own, she don't need a n***a paper Little lady, you're so pretty Pretty lil lady, you're so pretty Pretty lil lady and she got her own Pretty lil lady you know she got her own [Verse 3: Takeoff] Takeoff! I know little mama she got it, no doubt about it But I'm trying to see bout it Pulling Benjamin's out her wallet Looking real exotic, walking in Zanotti (Damn!) Big booty so big it's shaped, look like an apple (Ooh!) She bending over bouta make me get tackled Wanna go to [?] let her see the castle Grab 'bout 28 folds you gon' need a ladder (Ooh!) We smoking up cookies burning like a candle (Gas!) Asked her where she's from she told me Seattle Mama live in California, said her brother doing 5 years in Savannah Got a condo down in Alabama She gon' let me pull up be my nasty dancer (Beat it!) TV's in my phantom can change the channels (Flex) Lookin' up to the sky cause its panoramic I f** with her pimpin' cause she really getting it (f** with ya) No Felicia, lil mama run up a ticket (Add it up) Dabbin might pull up to you in Givenchy (Damn!) Pretty lil lady, know she independent You beat the statistics you got you a car and a house So I can't take you out of the trenches, (Nah!) Ain't gotta add me for none of my benji's You 'bout ya riches and you mind your business Takeoff! [Hook] Pretty lil lady, lil lady I tried to put her on but she already made it Pretty lil lady, lil lady And she got her own, she don't need a n***a paper Little lady, you're so pretty Pretty lil lady, you're so pretty Pretty lil lady and she got her own Pretty lil lady you know she got her own