Pressure Lyrics

Yeah

Baby girl you so pressure, you know how to put it on

Tell me where you find your pleasure, tell me where you find your love

Baby girl you so pressure, whoah

Talking to you, I just wanna find a way to get to your bed, bed

It's giving tonight

Fendi, Prada, and Bottega so fly

Ask you where your stylist

She said, this all my shit

Ooh girl, you did that

Tell me who your ride is cause, girl you in your bag tonight

Swear you in your bag, you in your bag baby

Baby girl you so pressure, you know how to put it on

Tell me where you find your pleasure, tell me where you find your love

Baby girl you so pressure, whoah

Talking to you, I just wanna find a way to get to your bed, bed

Stop, pose for the cameras

Ooh you put it down, white toes made it glamorous

Looking at your friend, I can tell that she a fan of us

Looking at that nigga on your side, he ain't your man enough

I'ma spin the block and we gon' see, yeah

If he ain't there, then I know you for me, yeah

You was my baby, I know I'd never leave ya

Looking at your neck and your wrist, you gon' freeze up

When we gon' link up

You so pressure

They ain't got no chance, they pressed

Big money, it don't impress her, lil' shawty make all her checks ah

Fame really ain't nothing but a pit stop, got the game in a chokehold like a headlock

Ain't playin' whole fit made dead stock

No FN, no Shein, she pressure

Baby girl you so pressure, you know how to put it on

Tell me where you find your pleasure, tell me where you find your love

Baby girl you so pressure, whoah

Talking to you, I just wanna find a way to get to your bed, bed

Girl what's your name

Can I call you beautiful, cause you look so good tonight, woah

Girl where you from

You from heaven huh, cause you look so good tonight