Buildabear Lyrics

I love you, Cortney

Yeah

I love you, Cortney

Okay

I love you, Cortney

Yeah, let's go

Yeah, yeah

Custom hoes on my roster like Build-A-Bear

Fuck that job, I'll make you a billionaire

Keep that bank while my first name is Carlton

Slap them like the first Prince of Bel-Air

If they comin', I hope you're aware

Go Patrick them down, cause them niggas are Squares

A turtle at life all you niggas are hares

Cut em vasectomy don't need a heir

Uh

And y'all niggas ain't Migos

Bitch, really spotty, she reppin' the Cheeto

She swarm like a swat, get crushed like Mosquitoes

She my big stepper, I'm callin' her Deebo

Yo, Zodiac lame, don't give fuck bout a Leo

She wet and propellin' my mini-torpedo

I'm breakin' these bitches, cause hoe, fuck yo ego

Yeah

Uh

These hoes will adjust

She don't got motion, if we don't discuss

If she down to earth, then I buy her a Musk

Or maybe a Jag

This bitch stay in Cali, I flew with her Bragg

Private jet, big, so we finna play tag

I want a big bitch that could dominate Shaq

Don't be a lame get ahead of the pack

Yeah

Custom hoes in my roster

If she out of line, get ejected, Scott Foster

Hoes be among us, so who the imposter

I hit her and publish a motherfuckin' author

That bitch really weird, so I motherfuckin Dropped her

I jump outta planes, not a motherfuckin' Chopper

She a good girl, like a motherfuckin' doctor

Yeah

And they all say they love me

Got different flavors, and none of them ugly

Hold me up high like a motherfuckin' trophy

I hit him and leave, I don't need a buddy

Too many hoes, this shit gettin' stuffy

They callin' me daddy, like motherfuckin' Guppies

This shit really punchy, I get to the bag

I get to the back like Adonis

She get to the bag like she really be jobless

She don't got a shape but my baby ain't fobless

When she wear her lil glasses , she look like a Goddess

I'm really that nigga, Fuck be a Moddest

This girl all natural no Need for the modding

White girl, lil' Betty she my accomplice

Red bone, long hair She come over topless

I usually don't share We call this hoe Thomas

Got my lil' hitter, she comin' through boxin'

Pretty lil' accent, she born in the tropics

Creative of a lil' baby, she made me a comic

She come and start fuckin' That shit so Robotic

That bitch use her throat, I call her Madonna

Last girl come to smoke and sip a no vodka

I don't want a wife That shit too much drama

Yeah

Custom hoes on my roster like Build-A-Bear

Fuck that job, I'll make you a billionaire

Keep that bank while my first name is Carlton

Slap them like the first Prince of Bel-Air

If they comin', I hope you're aware

Go Patrick them down, cause them niggas are Squares

A turtle at life all you niggas are hares

Cut em vasectomy don't need a heir

I love you, Cortney