Chola
Got me goin loca, like a chola
Got me goin loca, like a chola
Like a chola
Takin back what's mine
Look, I can't keep calm
Papi got me goin crazy
The way he doin' Ri
Seem like he play for keeps
He call me Gold because he know that this shit ain't for free
Thought you should know that when I'm down ain't no escaping me
Shit can get loca
His little chola
He sip the mocha
When he sleep over
We blow the trees, I grab the keys, hop on and ride the Rover
Pussy pop like soda
He shake it up, blast off
I got that supernova
Turned off his phone like he got something to hide
Let me catch you in a lie
I got my bitch by my side
And we ain't takin no shit
She always down for the ride
I got the work, she brought the purp
Be by your spot in like five
If a bitch run out, Imma hit her in her mouth
And I ain't talkin out my neck
That's something I learned in the south
So bring em out
I really do this shit, ain't no trust for you niggas
Fuck you mean, this ain't no dream, cause everyday
I woke up feelin' like a chola today
I'm just ridin through yo hood
I ain't up to nothin good
Like a chola today
I ain't tryna waste my time
But I'm taking back what's mine
All you gotta do is keep it real with me
If you ain't tryna see me get trill, baby
Like a chola
Oh, like a chola
Today
I ain't the type to instigate
But I might investigate
Whip a foreign out the gate
They know me around my state
Boy you wildin
Who you stylin' on
I dial your phone and hang up
It's cool I'll catch you later
We don't need no mediator
You might catch me mobbin, shakin cake
Flannel tied around my waist
I'm a vibe
Thick, fine, lips lined
Fuck with you if you aligned
Come join my tribe
Don't blow my high
But I know he lyin'
But that's alright
I turned on his phone
Cause I just gotta know why
You always hidin' what you type
Always lyin on sight
Always late
Aint never right
I'm always wrong
We always fightin
Communication is the biggest problem
Ain't no resolvin
You raise my pressure until I just drop it
Well shit tonight we rockin
I got riders all around me
Let forget the talkin
fixin to do a pop up
And fuck yo lock up
And then just walk in
I woke up feelin' like a chola today
I'm just ridin through yo hood
I ain't up to nothin good
Like a chola today
I ain't tryna waste my time
But I'm taking back what's mine
All you gotta do is keep it real with me
If you ain't tryna see me get trill, baby
Like a chola
Oh, like a chola
Today
Got me goin loca, like a chola
Like a chola
Takin back what's mine
Look, I can't keep calm
Papi got me goin crazy
The way he doin' Ri
Seem like he play for keeps
He call me Gold because he know that this shit ain't for free
Thought you should know that when I'm down ain't no escaping me
Shit can get loca
His little chola
He sip the mocha
When he sleep over
We blow the trees, I grab the keys, hop on and ride the Rover
Pussy pop like soda
He shake it up, blast off
I got that supernova
Turned off his phone like he got something to hide
Let me catch you in a lie
I got my bitch by my side
And we ain't takin no shit
She always down for the ride
I got the work, she brought the purp
Be by your spot in like five
If a bitch run out, Imma hit her in her mouth
And I ain't talkin out my neck
That's something I learned in the south
So bring em out
I really do this shit, ain't no trust for you niggas
Fuck you mean, this ain't no dream, cause everyday
I woke up feelin' like a chola today
I'm just ridin through yo hood
I ain't up to nothin good
Like a chola today
I ain't tryna waste my time
But I'm taking back what's mine
All you gotta do is keep it real with me
If you ain't tryna see me get trill, baby
Like a chola
Oh, like a chola
Today
I ain't the type to instigate
But I might investigate
Whip a foreign out the gate
They know me around my state
Boy you wildin
Who you stylin' on
I dial your phone and hang up
It's cool I'll catch you later
We don't need no mediator
You might catch me mobbin, shakin cake
Flannel tied around my waist
I'm a vibe
Thick, fine, lips lined
Fuck with you if you aligned
Come join my tribe
Don't blow my high
But I know he lyin'
But that's alright
I turned on his phone
Cause I just gotta know why
You always hidin' what you type
Always lyin on sight
Always late
Aint never right
I'm always wrong
We always fightin
Communication is the biggest problem
Ain't no resolvin
You raise my pressure until I just drop it
Well shit tonight we rockin
I got riders all around me
Let forget the talkin
fixin to do a pop up
And fuck yo lock up
And then just walk in
I woke up feelin' like a chola today
I'm just ridin through yo hood
I ain't up to nothin good
Like a chola today
I ain't tryna waste my time
But I'm taking back what's mine
All you gotta do is keep it real with me
If you ain't tryna see me get trill, baby
Like a chola
Oh, like a chola
Today
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Writer(s): Ria Gold
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