Red Room ft. Kornball Lyrics

I be drop top riding

Dirty tags on that hoe

I be shining like picture

With the flash

On that hoe

All up in the VIP

I might just bag me a hoe

Throwing money

To the ceiling pick that

Cash off the floor

Mane she gone

Drop drop drop drop

It for a real nigga

Shake shake shake shake

It while I'm still in it

She gon pop that pussy

For them dollars

I got her in the red room

Only for the ballers

You know I got it

Aye you know

I'm out the Pines bitch

Mane aint shit changed hoe

Can't drop no dimes

Quit all that crying

That's how the game go

Bitch on my line

She popping fly

Like she the main hoe

Come get this bread

And take that dick

Get what you came for

On gang

It ain't no switching

I put her on this pimpin

Cuz these bitches

Ain't no different

Long as she make

That money multiply

It ain't my business

I might just rent that hoe

Like she ain't mine

It ain't no tension

Cuz if you can

Take that hoe she wasn't

Mine from the beginning

Playa playa

Flexing the like the mayor

Told her bring that pussy

Back like it was catered

Bitch I had to cut the

Conversation short

Like it was tapered

Im gon hit the pussy later

Count that mother fucking

Paper you know that I be

I be drop top riding

Dirty tags on that hoe

I be shining like picture

With the flash

On that hoe

All up in the VIP

I might just bag me a hoe

Throwing money

To the ceiling pick that

Cash off the floor

Mane she gone

Drop drop drop drop

It for a real nigga

Shake shake shake shake

It while I'm still in it

She gon pop that pussy

For them dollars

I got her in the red room

Only for the ballers

You know I got it

Truth be told

If your feet hit the ground

Round me you basic

To keep it P

When that pussy be pink

I be proud to taste it

It's only me

A feeling I get a lot and

It's hard to shake it

Conversations with bitches

On them pillows is not player

Rent due on the first

You fucking or what

I don't pay for pussy

I tip a lil

Might invest in ya

Show you something special

Girl you got that sex appeal

For real

If you ever tripping

We packing your luggage up

Keep it real ain't no BBL

Lip tummy tucks

Stack the money all winter

Ball when the summer come

Ball in this bitch

With his dogs

Wasted like cummerbunds

Know they planning

For the fall

But we on another run

Mac and Ball like

Pimp and bun

The realness

Make the bitches come

I be drop top riding

Dirty tags on that hoe

I be shining like picture

With the flash

On that hoe

All up in the VIP

I might just bag me a hoe

Throwing money

To the ceiling pick that

Cash off the floor

Mane she gone

Drop drop drop drop

It for a real nigga

Shake shake shake shake

It while I'm still in it

She gon pop that pussy

For them dollars

I got her in the red room

Only for the ballers

You know I got it