Christina Milian Pressa

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook]
I'm tryna get rich
You gon' help me tryna get uh
They say love don't cost a thing
Until you dab Christina Milian
Put her in Christian Dior with Victoria Secret bra
Uh, she even hit it bruh
I don't know how she put it on
And her panties pull it of
From fucking night in and outta dark
They gon' love you when the
Dark place had a life versus a star
Got her in balenciaga heels
She could barely walk
And that outfit look so good
She make a nigga wait to fuck

[Verse 1]
She a stylist, she a stylist, she a stylist
Always single, pretty little foreign, check the mileage
Wrote my number on a piece of paper
She took so long just to dial it
Fuck me on the first night
Tell her girl you don't need to hide it
Drip so wet, my bitches sliding
Different cartier diamonds
We do business with the tribesmen
Pig nigga like a lot
And this loyalty ain't got a price
Little niggas rapping on a mic
Tryna get paid off for life
Don't believe everything online
We put on on line
I never freeze up on the line
Bought a chicken noodles powder
Play your block, WhyG the god
Shoot, shoot like do or die
And we gon' back to truth
Eh, never back to lies