Trade Seats Lyrics

I be on that fly shit
Your bitch wanna trade seats with my bitch
I be on that wanna it I'mma buy shit
You be on that barely getting by shit
Riding on my whip, cherry pie lip
Your bitch wanna trade seats with my bitch
Get top with topeness
You heard the gossip, thorough be the topic

Me and her used to rock like a rocket
I got popping, fucked on your partners
There, and all I did was got some
If them bitches talking third world they got some
Got molly, got mud and she want some
She want me to be Elmer Fudd so she can be my shotgun
Panties matched her bra and her hair right
The rag gonna fall in love just for the night
And I'm a real nigga, straight up
Next day I pay for that weed that I throw up
Your bitch in turn my bitch 'cause swap seats
'Cause I rock designer and you swap meat
Broke nigga, get away from me, you smell cheesy
I get more money that I do sleep
Just let her play shot till I'm inside
Fucking on college girls that never met their freaky side

I be on that fly shit
Your bitch wanna trade seats with my bitch
I be on that wanna it I'mma buy shit
You be on that barely getting by shit
Riding on my whip, cherry pie lip
Your bitch wanna trade seats with my bitch
Get top with topeness
You heard the gossip, thorough be the topic

I be fucking niggas wives on the low
Didn't know she was married 'cause I never seen a ring before
I got a bunch of different races, all this dick for sure
But I ain't never fucked a Chinese bitch before
And I like it and at the same time getting high
Bad bitch as my passenger, rolling up cherry pie
Cruising through the stop signs, all eyes on me
Your bitch looking like she wanna be in my bitch seat
And it's good for her feet, won't work, I got juice
I can come to where you at if you nervous about the hood
I be fly 'cause I get in a lot of shit
I sell you weed, I sell you coke, I sell my bitch
Getting more, spending all on a whip
Hit the black, get it back, square whip'

I be on that fly shit
Your bitch wanna trade seats with my bitch
I be on that wanna it I'mma buy shit
You be on that barely getting by shit
Riding on my whip, cherry pie lip
Your bitch wanna trade seats with my bitch
Get top with topeness
You heard the gossip, thorough be the topic

You be on that barely getting by shit
'on that barely getting high shit
All these bands coming in, I can't stop it
You be on, you be on that man, I need a job shit
I be on that Christopher Walken shit
Versace chain on, try to snatch it, I'm popping shit
I be riding, leaning like a cello
Hands tucked the pistol for the photo
Your bitch on my line tryna hoe fronting
I hang up 'cause she ain't got the dough for me
You be on that Chris shit, always tryna tuck her
16 letter, gotta pay before I fuck her
Riding in my whip, cherry pie lip
Now they all'that's that high shit
I be on that barely going broke shit
Your boyfriend pimping, you be tugging that hoe bitch

I be on that fly shit
Your bitch wanna trade seats with my bitch
I be on that wanna it I'mma buy shit
You be on that barely getting by shit
Riding on my whip, cherry pie lip
Your bitch wanna trade seats with my bitch
Get top with topeness
You heard the gossip, thorough be the topic