hood Cinderella

Hood Cinderella;

You know the fuckin' vibes;

Big pressure;

Let's go, let's go;

Flow so sick, itty-bitty salmonella;

Rolls-Royce doors combed with the umbrella;

Bigger spin that cheese, that spinach mozzarella;

Hood Cinderella, but the glass lip are cussed up;

Flow so sick, itty bitty salmonella;

Big body, chalk leather seats, vanilla;

She keep talkin' cheddar, tell him bring it in the cellar;

I'm a hood Cinderella, bitch, what

I love like Rockefeller;

Pretty faces, big pressure, whole lotta cheddar;

He thought I was regular, baby,

I'm a rare treasure;

Walk in this bitch, make the temperature higher;

He talkin' bout a bag, better make that shit larger;

I like my shit extra, never regular;

If it ain't about a check,

I ain't available;

Whole lotta sauce, bitch, pass the sauce;

He keep sayin' that he got it, tell him prove what he bought;

I don't chase a nigga,

I let him chase the feelin';

He see me in the room, now his pockets got a ceilin';

I got expensive taste with a hood mentality;

If I like it,

I'ma buy it, that's the end of the reality;

I came from the bottom, now the bottom lookin' different;

Still talk my shit, but the wardrobe got expenses;

They wanna know the secret, baby, mind your business;

I put the hood in luxury, not a whole room witnessing;

Flow so sick, kitty bitches, salmonella;

Rolls-Royce doors come with the umbrella;

Niggas spin that cheese, that spinach mozzarella;

Good Cinderella with the glass slipper custom;

Flow so sick, kitty bitches, salmonella;

Big body truck, leather seats, vanilla;

I got sauce on the plate, parmesan on the pasta;

He said, girl, you expensive, everything he sponsor;

I don't do the little, but

I do the big;

Bring them big ones, if he ask me what

I want,

I'ma send him no issues;

I like diamonds dancing, looking like a disco;

He wanna take me shopping, baby, let's go;

Damper and tum and chicks go, huh, huh;

I don't need a fake guy, mother,

I'ma own club

Turn a little bit of nothing into way too much

And the shoes hang fast, they're designer on my feet

The pump can turn exotic when

I pull up to the scene

Midnight ain't a deadline, baby,

I'm just gettin' started

If the party gettin' boring,

I'ma leave it where it started, sheesh!

Spinach, mozzarella, big bag, small patience To a

Cinderella, pretty workin', petty, and

I'm doin' much better

If he ain't talkin' money, tell a cop to whoever, that's your brother, uh;

I got that who is she when

I step inside to the game that's her;

When they see the ride,

I don't gotta poop shit;

The evidence outside, whole fit talkin' loud,

I ain't gotta stay in line;

I got that who is she when i step inside to the game that's hers;

When they see the ride, i don't gotta poop shit;

The evidence that′s fly;

Hold fit talking lie;

Ain't gotta say a line;

Got that oogashi;

When I step inside;

Then they get immense hurt;

When they see the red;

I don′t gotta prove shit;

The evidence that's high;

Hold fit talking lie;

Ain′t gotta say a line;