Rapunzel - LISA ft. Megan Thee Stallion

It's the Hot Girl Coach, and LISA (Ah)

Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel

Keep your doggies in a motherfuckin' muzzle

Only one queen in the jungle

Ayy, only one queen, only one

I don't window shop, I big spend

If I got a message, I click "send"

You can't lie to me, got a sixth sense

Feel my energy with some Himalayan incense

Livin' lavish while we still young

Spendin' that shit 'til we go dumb

Flashin' them gold teeth all damn day

When I walk by, I hear them say

That's money

That's motherfuckin' money

Bitch, tell me how you love me

Bitch, tell me how (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

That's money

That's motherfuckin' money

Bitch, tell me how you love me

Bitch, tell me how (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel

Hair down, feeling, hair down

Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel

Hair down, feeling, hair down

(Real hot girl shit)

I'm the hood Rapunzel, fifty-inch, my bundles (Yeah)

Louis V, my duffle, body tea for trouble

Made a mill' at a show, quarter mill' on my throat (Brr)

And if a bitch want beef, I make a meal outta her (Ah)

Damn, I might be too pretty (Too pretty)

What they finna do with me? (I don't know)

Booty so big, ass sittin' up like new titties (Baow, baow)

Two chains on, finna pull up with the roof missing

Poppin' all my life, bitches hating, ain't a new feeling (Ah)

Livin' lavish while we still young

Spendin' that shit 'til we go dumb

Flashin' them gold teeth all damn day

When I walk by, I hear them say

That's money

That's motherfuckin' money

Bitch, tell me how you love me

Bitch, tell me how (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

That's money

That's motherfuckin' money

Bitch, tell me how you love me

Bitch, tell me how (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel

Hair down, feeling, hair down

Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel

Hair down, feeling, hair down

Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel

Hair down, feeling, hair down

Hair down, feeling like Rapunzel

Hair down, feeling, hair down

Need some me time, gotta meditate

Level up, level up, bitch, I levitate

In my pocket, I got somethin' you won't ever make

But I'm generous, maybe you can have a taste

Anyway, gotta go 'cause I'm runnin' late

Every day, make a bag, bitch, you gonna hate

Hour or two

But this is my life, baby, I ain't you