Trick Off or Fck Off Lyrics

Yeah, you know, I told you, it's only two things these niggas can do for me

Trick off or fuck off, trick off or fuck off.

Trick, trick, trick, trick, trick, trick

Trick off or fuck off, trick off or fuck off.

Trick, trick, trick, trick, trick, trick

Tell that lil nigga he can trick off or fuck off.

I ain't worried bout a nigga who ain't coming with the bag (Bag)

Buy me a Ferrari, got me looking like a snack

Yeah, lay me on the counter like a five star meal

What did Gotti say? She a five star bitch

Been popping my shit since I was a kid

Riding through the city like Mario Kart

He really want a baddie on his arm

I ain't coming to play, yeah, I came to slay

My biggest flex is that I don't have to (Heyyyy)

And when a nigga see me, he wanna submit too

Come and sugar daddy and trick off on me, boo

Trick off or fuck off, trick off or fuck off.

Trick, trick, trick, trick, trick, trick

Trick off or fuck off, trick off or fuck off.

Trick, trick, trick, trick, trick, trick

Blowing up my phone won't make me answer

That crazy ass shit gon' leave you stranded

A rich nigga gon' know his place

And if he handling his business, he gon' know where I stay

That nigga paying child support, but I ain't got his baby

Bought me and the kids a brand new Mercedes

I don't chase no nigga baby, I don't chase my liquor

Any nigga I entertain will be labeled as a spender

Pussy so good, made him crunch up his toes

Game so good, made his wallet unfold

Got that nigga in a headlock with my legs lock

He said don't worry baby, I just got a sweet tooth

Trick off or fuck off, trick off or fuck off

Trick, trick, trick, trick, trick

Trick off or fuck off, trick off or fuck off

Trick, trick, trick, trick, trick

Trick off or fuck off, trick off or fuck off

Trick, trick, trick, trick, trick

Trick off or fuck off, trick, trick, trick, trick, trick

Trick and treat, motherfuckers