ฟังเพลงSpicy (feat. Post Malone)

Lyrics by：Austin Post/Glenda Proby/James Royo/Nye Lee Jr/Tyrone Griffin/Jr./Westen Weiss

D**n James

Dolla $ign Dolla $ign

Ty Dolla $ign：

Who tryna who tryna go

Who gon' drop it down like there's money on the floor

Who tryna who tryna bust it for the dollars

Who tryna freak bring their homegirl and run it

She my spicy lil' mama she let me bust her piñata

I buy her all the designer but she's still leavin' tomorrow

Ty Dolla $ign：

Who tryna who tryna go

Who n***a hope that she don't

Who tryna slide for the night

Who tryna wife her Not I

Know my name say my name

Yellow diamonds on my chain lemonade

I can never be your main but tell your man

You gon' have to call him back another time

Girl let's get out and vibe

Go up get loud

Get right here and now

Yeah tell me

Ty Dolla $ign：

Who tryna who tryna go

Who gon' drop it down like there's money on the floor

Who tryna who tryna bust it for the dollars

Who tryna freak bring their homegirl and run it

She my spicy lil' mama she let me bust her piñata

I buy her all the designer but she's still leavin' tomorrow

Post Malone：

She tryna pull my pants down

I was lightin' up a stoge on my break time

Told her "Babe I got a meetin' over FaceTime"

She don't care my lil' mama never waste time Ooh

Gotta catch a flight real quick

Took a Xanny on the plane and the f**kin' lipstick

She look at me and laugh give a f**k what I think

And she bad she a crazy but I like her like this yeah

Shawty so bad man shawty so cold

Wanna go out twenty-five years old

Met her in the club they were playin' "Psycho"

Now we match APs and they all rose-gold

And we both can agree

Ooh she wilder than me

Ty Dolla $ign：

Yeah tell me who tryna who tryna go

Who gon' drop it down like there's money on the floor

Who tryna who tryna bust it for the dollars

Who tryna freak bring their homegirl and run it

She my spicy lil' mama she let me bust her piñata

I buy her all the designer but she's still leavin' tomorrow