Lyrics High Demand - Saucy Santana
Tre
Trax,
I
think
we
got
one,
haha
It′s
Trax
season
bruh
Bitch,
I'm
cool
(bitch,
I′m
cool)
Hoe
I'm
straight
(yeah)
(hoe,
I'm
straight)
I′m
gettin′
money
(gettin'
money)
Can
you
relate?
(hey)
Bitch,
I′m
a
high
demand,
rock
designer
brands
Don't
take
no
orders,
nah,
I
only
give
demands
Bitch,
I′m
cool
(bitch,
I'm
cool)
Hoe
I′m
straight
(yeah)
I'm
gettin'
money
(gettin′
money)
Can
you
relate?
(yeah)
Bitch,
I′m
a
high
demand,
rock
designer
brands
Don't
take
no
orders,
nah,
I
only
give
demands
Fuck
niggas,
I′on
feel
'em
Take
his
money,
don′t
never
forgive
him
All
niggas
do
is
lie
Can't
run
no
game
on
me
but
you
can
try
Fuck
niggas
be
′bout
game
Can't
control
me,
don't
run
in
this
lane
Call
yo′
broke
ass
baby
mama
Feed
her
dick
and
lies
but
bitch,
I′m
'bout
commas
Don′t
trust
no
sour
ass
nigga
I
sign
my
own
check,
I
could
never
be
bitter
Can't
make
me
a
joke
Run
them
pockets
dry,
leave
a
nigga
dead
broke
And
girl,
don′t
trust
his
mama
She
be
on
everybody
side,
old
bitch
be
wit'
the
drama
Now
let
me
give
y′all
the
game
He
be
in
another
bitch
inbox
puttin'
you
to
shame
(woo)
Don't
give
a
nigga
no
fame
He
wanna
beat
it
out
the
box
but
ain′t
givin′
no
ring
Girl,
extort
that
nigga
My
game
tight,
you
feel
short
lil'
hitter
(money,
money)
Don′t
tell
these
niggas
the
truth
Lie
to
that
nigga,
that's
what
he
do
to
you
Sweet
talking,
I′on
wanna
hear
it
Don't
really
want
your
gifts,
baby
boy,
you
can
clear
it
Bitch,
I′m
cool
(bitch,
I'm
cool)
Hoe
I'm
straight
(yeah)
(hoe,
I′m
straight)
I′m
gettin'
money
(gettin′
money)
Can
you
relate?
(hey)
Bitch,
I'm
a
high
demand,
rock
designer
brands
Don′t
take
no
orders,
nah,
I
only
give
demands
Bitch,
I'm
cool
(bitch,
I′m
cool)
Hoe
I'm
straight
(yeah)
I'm
gettin′
money
(gettin′
money)
Can
you
relate?
(yeah)
Bitch,
I'm
a
high
demand,
rock
designer
brands
Don′t
take
no
orders,
nah,
I
only
give
demands
Get
there,
get
there,
get
there
I'll
slap
a
bitch
out
their
underwear
Get
there,
get
there,
get
there
Lay
a
hoe
to
rest,
I
don′t
even
care
A
broke
nigga?
That's
tragic
Paid
all
year,
don′t
need
no
taxes
Now
you
talkin'
my
language
Too
busy
at
the
bank,
give
a
fuck
what
you
sayin'
Kobe
on
the
floor,
diamonds
on
the
bezel
I′ma
let
you
know,
baby,
it′s
whatever
Jeezy
wit'
the
snow,
I
got
the
key
to
the
streets
She
a
freak
hoe,
don′t
let
her
lay
up
in
your
sheets
These
rappers
ain't
rappin′
what
they
living
(nah)
I'm
a
real
bitch
though,
I′ma
rap
what
it's
giving
I'm
finna
find
me
a
new
man
Boss
bitch,
do
what
I
want,
not
what
I
can
(boss)
Bitch,
I′m
cool
(bitch,
I′m
cool)
Hoe
I'm
straight
(yeah)
(hoe,
I′m
straight)
I'm
gettin′
money
(gettin'
money)
Can
you
relate?
(hey)
Bitch,
I′m
a
high
demand,
rock
designer
brands
Don't
take
no
orders,
nah,
I
only
give
demands
Bitch,
I'm
cool
(bitch,
I′m
cool)
Hoe
I′m
straight
(yeah)
I'm
gettin′
money
(gettin'
money)
Can
you
relate?
(yeah)
Bitch,
I′m
a
high
demand,
rock
designer
brands
Don't
take
no
orders,
nah,
I
only
give
demands
Tre
Trax,
I
think
we
got
one,
haha
It′s
Trax
season
bruh
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2 Bang
3 Money (feat. Renni Rucci)
4 Fuck It Up
5 Back It Up (feat. LightSkinKeisha)
6 How the Game Goes
7 If It's Up
8 Up Dea
9 Boy Damn (feat. Tokyo Jetz)
10 Let Him Go (feat. KaMillion)
11 Up & Down (feat. Latto)
12 Gangsta Shit
13 Check Up (feat. Jucee Froot)
14 Smoke
15 Nada (feat. Ivorian Doll)
16 High Demand
17 Maneater
18 NBA
19 Friend or Foe
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