True Religion Lyrics

True religion jeans pockets full of fuckin cash hoe

I feel way too high don't think I'm stickin to the motto

Gotta bad Latina bitch and she look like a model

I Need me a foreign put dat bitch on Forgiatos

I gotta stay true so I'm fly when I pop out

Bitch I got some love for the money so I ball out

She told me that she love me and the way that I talk now

Cop some Robins and Margielas imma buy the whole mall out

4 by 4 when I hop in that jeep,

You gotta be dumb if you fuckin with me,

Tryna get me that mansion ain't copping no lease

It's like yo bitch sayin prayers to the dick on her knees

I feel jus like La bitch I think I need some more

Rockin Pelle Pelle this that shit you can't afford

You still in a beater while I pull off in my porsche

I remember tryna get some cash I jumped up off the porch,

If you tryna play with fye best believe you gettin' torched

This a real expensive carpet leave yo shoes up at the door

True religion jeans pockets full of fuckin cash hoe

I feel way too high don't think I'm stickin to the motto

Gotta bad Latina bitch and she look like a model

I Need me a foreign put dat bitch on Forgiatos

I gotta stay true so I'm fly when I pop out

Bitch I got some love for the money so I ball out

She told me that she love me and the way that I talk now

Cop some Robins and Margielas imma buy the whole mall out

Smoking this loud bitch this shit got me fried

I been through pain that you cannot describe

I get that money that's why I'm outside,

That's why every time bitch you damn see me I'm fly

You not a soja if you do not ride

We gon' come take ya bitch like a thief in the night

He think he commanding I'm taking his stripes

I'm so out my face man I sip dirty sprite