Paris

Pull up with the comb (I'm just calling to say)
Got your homies singing (woo)
Bro, you know that bitch won't miss a note
I swear to god
If you don't fetch my motherfucking coat
No dollar bills around my throat
Principles and hope
Do this shit for dope

Pull up with the comb
Got your homies singing (woo)
Bro, you know that bitch won't miss a note
I swear to god
If you don't fetch my motherfucking coat
No dollar bills around my throat
Principles and hope
Do this shit for dope

Bitch I'm on my way to Paris I ain't talking Texas
Fuck the view, the baddie next to me just left me breathless
All this metal on me agent said "stay undetected" (woo)
Pulling up my skirt then pull off in her murdered Lexus

Drop back
Oh my god I'm so bad
Drop your seat in my whole lap
Swerving all in that hell cat
Three numbers on my dash
Three numbers on my dash
Three numbers on my dash
(I'm just calling to say)

Pull up with the comb
Got your homies singing (huh)
Bro, you know that bitch won't miss a note
I swear to god
If you don't fetch my motherfucking coat
No dollar bills around my throat
Principles and hope
Do this shit for dope

Pull up with the comb
Got your homies singing (woo)
Bro, you know that bitch won't miss a note
I swear to god
If you don't fetch my motherfucking coat
No dollar bills around my throat
Principles and hope
Do this shit for dope

Bitch I'm on my way to Paris I ain't talking Texas
Fuck the view, the baddie next to me just left me breathless
All this metal on me agent said "stay undetected"
Pulling up my skirt then pull off in her murdered Lexus

Drop back
Oh my god I'm so bad
Drop your seat in my whole lap
Swerving all in that hell cat
Three numbers on my dash

Whoa
(I'm just calling to say)



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Writer(s): Jacqui Shea
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