Spicy (feat. Post Malone)

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 Who tryna, who tryna go? Who nigga 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 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 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 fuckin' lipstick She look at me and laugh, give a fuck 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 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