Orrion - Buildabear Lyrics

I love you, Cortney
Yeah
I love you, Cortney
Okay
I love you, Cortney
Yeah, let's go
Yeah, yeah
Custom hoes on my roster like Build-A-Bear
F*ck that job, I'll make you a billionaire
Keep that bank while my first name is Carlton
Slap them like the first Prince of Bel-Air
If they comin', I hope you're aware
Go Patrick them down, cause them niggas are Squares
A turtle at life all you niggas are hares
Cut em vasectomy don't need a heir
Uh
And y'all niggas ain't Migos
Bitch, really spotty, she reppin' the Cheeto
She swarm like a swat, get crushed like Mosquitoes
She my big stepper, I'm callin' her Deebo
Yo, Zodiac lame, don't give f*ck bout a Leo
She wet and propellin' my mini-torpedo
I'm breakin' these bitches, cause hoe, f*ck yo ego
Yeah
Uh
These hoes will adjust
She don't got motion, if we don't discuss
If she down to earth, then I buy her a Musk
Or maybe a Jag
This bitch stay in Cali, I flew with her Bragg
Private jet, big, so we finna play tag
I want a big bitch that could dominate Shaq
Don't be a lame get ahead of the pack
Yeah
Custom hoes in my roster
If she out of line, get ejected, Scott Foster
Hoes be among us, so who the imposter
I hit her and publish a motherf*ckin' author
That bitch really weird, so I motherf*ckin Dropped her
I jump outta planes, not a motherf*ckin' Chopper
She a good girl, like a motherf*ckin' doctor
Yeah
And they all say they love me
Got different flavors, and none of them ugly
Hold me up high like a motherf*ckin' trophy
I hit him and leave, I don't need a buddy
Too many hoes, this shit gettin' stuffy
They callin' me daddy, like motherf*ckin' Guppies
This shit really punchy, I get to the bag
I get to the back like Adonis
She get to the bag like she really be jobless
She don't got a shape but my baby ain't fobless
When she wear her lil glasses , she look like a Goddess
I'm really that nigga, F*ck be a Moddest
This girl all natural no Need for the modding
White girl, lil' Betty she my accomplice
Red bone, long hair She come over topless
I usually don't share We call this hoe Thomas
Got my lil' hitter, she comin' through boxin'
Pretty lil' accent, she born in the tropics
Creative of a lil' baby, she made me a comic
She come and start f*ckin' That shit so Robotic
That bitch use her throat, I call her Madonna
Last girl come to smoke and sip a no vodka
I don't want a wife That shit too much drama
Yeah
Custom hoes on my roster like Build-A-Bear
F*ck that job, I'll make you a billionaire
Keep that bank while my first name is Carlton
Slap them like the first Prince of Bel-Air
If they comin', I hope you're aware
Go Patrick them down, cause them niggas are Squares
A turtle at life all you niggas are hares
Cut em vasectomy don't need a heir
I love you, Cortney