G Raymon - HTX Lyrics

Close your eyes, close your eyes
Let me paint this picture in your mind
If I had shit my way, you would be mine
I'm sure that comes as no surprise
Told myself you look familiar
Maybe from my past life
You can turn a player tender
How you make these niggas get in line
Oohweee mirror selfies tight leggings
Green like Kelly
Feelin on yo booty
If I send a risky text
Send me a blurry message
How can I hide you in
Rich nigga, Houston, Texas
Bottle service, was it worth
Count your cash at night
Cause you earned it
You earned it
Mmm keep goin Velli
Tell these niggas pay what they weigh
She ain't no brisket type of bitch
She want filet
Gold presidential on her wrist
Rolley game, manicured nails
French tip, oh woah
Forty-two shots, out in turks
Make you twerk
I'll spend a check on you
Bandd or two what that pussy worth
Sexy, girl you're sexy
Open your mouth right
Catch this shit for daddy
I' get you wet, wet, wet, wet
Broke to Levy
I like you better on top
Like a Sunday cherry
G-Wagon Brabus, Cocaina Katy Perry
Turn your status up if you let me
If I send a risky text
Send me a blurry message
How can I hide you in
Rich nigga, Houston, Texas
Bottle service, was it worth it
Count your cash at night
Cause you earned it
You earned it
Rich nigga, Houston, Texas
Keep looking for a blessing
Rich nigga, Houston, Texas