Oh Gee La Lyrics - Lola Monroe

Look nigga I can roll up some more weed 

Or order 22 more bottles of Don P 

My presidential Rolex shining, that's on Gs 

The clothes that I got on are designers from overseas 

I pulled up getting high, told the valet to hold my keys 

Hopped out, walk in that motherfucker, bought everything that I seen 

Niggas hating, bitches wishing they can get in position for some infiltration 

Taylor Gang motherfucker, don't deal with no shape shift 

Only real motherfuckers come up in my playlist 

I keep it way too real to fuck with your fake shit 

This the real right here, roll one up and face it 

T-G-O-D 

Getting high, rolling weed up for e'ryone to know me 

T-G-O-D 

In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z 

T-G-O-D 

And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about that paper 

Give a fuck about a hater 

T-G-O-D, peep the game from the floor seats 

Here for my throne, put them bitches in the nosebleeds 

(T-G-O-D), married to the money 

Fornicating with the ballers and fuck a prenup like the Kobes 

(T-G-O-D), educating hoes 

On the what, where, hows of embodying a boss, see 

Bitch I school sluts on the whats and the whos 

And the guts and the shoes and how the body of a Porsche be 

Now it's rock-a-bye bitches 

Lights out when I'm rocking my vicious 

Ass-to-waist ratio 

Giuseppe shipped out in casio, rent on a fascio 

(Oo-la-la-la) is the way that we rock when we doing our thing 

(Oo-la-la-la) is the first class high that the Taylors bring 

My circle, anti-square 

Can't compare like a ain't I care 

Ain't I there, sonning you hoes, I birth 

None of you hoes have earned, none of you hoes have learned 

Vicariously living through my shadows 

Got them throwing more shade than a clouded out meadow 

Living in a land called Lala, no Melo 

Maserati sitting on lips all yellow 

Smoked out interior like a cigarillo 

Now these hoes wanna hang, leave them hanging like hello 

(Ha ha ha ha ha) until my lifeless corpse in the depth of the Earth 

Forever stay a real bitch and only fear God 

When the Devil get to tempting me, I only hear God 

And my struggles help build me, so endear eyes 

Lauryn we'll forever love you, you'll forever fill hearts... 

With Hip Hop 

T-G-O-D 

Getting high, rolling weed up for e'ryone to know me 

T-G-O-D 

In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z 

T-G-O-D 

And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about that paper 

Give a fuck about a hater 

Paper, paper, paper, I'm so fucking Taylor'd 

Burning dope, getting ashes on the calculator 

Big wads in my pockets, money barely bend 

I'm so sincere riding in a Belly Benz 

Hit the booty club, drinking Sapphire gin 

Juicy J don't fuck with ratchet hoes, only 10s 

T-G-O-D 

Getting high, rolling weed up for e'ryone to know me 

T-G-O-D 

In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z 

T-G-O-D 

And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about that paper