It's the Hot Girl Coach and LISA (ah)

Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Keep your doggies in a motherfuckin' muzzle
Only one queen in the jungle
Ayy, only one queen, only one
I don't window-shop, I big spend
If I got a message, I click: Send
You can't lie to me, got a sixth sense
Feel my energy with some Himalayan incense

Livin' lavish while we still young
Spendin' that shit till we go dumb
Flashin' them gold teeth all damn day
When I walk by, I hear them say

That's money, that's motherfuckin' money
Bitch, tell me how you love me
Bitch, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's money, that's motherfuckin' money
Bitch, tell me how you love me
Bitch, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down (real hot girl shit)

I'm the hood Rapunzel, fifty-inch my bundles (yeah)
Louis V my duffle, body T for trouble
Made a mill' at my show, quarter mill' on my throat
And if a bitch want beef, I make a meal outta ho (ah)
Damn, I might be too pretty (too pretty)
What they finna do with me? (I don't know)
Booty so big, ass sittin' up like new titties (baow, baow)
Two chains on, finna pull up with the roof missin'
Poppin' all my life, bitches hatin', ain't a new feelin' (ah)

Livin' lavish while we still young
Spendin' that shit till we go dumb
Flashin' them gold teeth all damn day
When I walk by, I hear them say

That's money, that's motherfuckin' money
Bitch, tell me how you love me
Bitch, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's money, that's motherfuckin' money
Bitch, tell me how you love me
Bitch, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin' like, hair down
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down

Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin' like, hair down
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down

Need some me time, gotta meditate
Level up, level up, bitch, I levitate
In my pocket, I got somethin' you won't ever make
But I'm generous, maybe you can have a taste
Anyway, gotta go 'cause I'm runnin' late
Every day make a bag, bitch, you gonna hate
Hour or two
But this is my life, baby, I ain't you