OUTSIDE Ambré (Ft. Treety)

I'm that bitch, I'ma dime, I be on fleek
Bet that money make you turn into a freak
You a angel but a demon in the sheets
And if them hoes ain't fuckin' with you, 'cause them hoes, they can't compete

Don't keep me waiting
You know I don't do chasing
They be chasing
You took a L, let's face it
You gotta face it
Fuck, now you gotta be patient
Now that shit beyond me
Now you gotta catch me outside, link when I get back to New Orleans
In New Orleans
I'll be there shortly
Feeling you, shawty, yeah

I'm like everybody type
Everybody type
Got it popping on the first night
First night
Yeah, I was on the first flight in
Now we outside again, now we outside again, hair down
Outside, outside

Hair done, you ain't tryna lay back, you gon' let it play back
You gon' tell 'em this your song
Sections and you brought the whole clique, now you can't control it
Now they gotta play your song
Hair done, you ain't tryna lay back, you gon' let it play back
You gon' tell 'em this your song
Sections and you brought the whole clique, now you can't control it
Now they gotta play your song