Stripper Who Loves Me
[Hillel]

[First Verse]

I just wanna vibe with you

Watch you pop it like a stripper

Only got a couple dollars

But I still gotta tip you

Tired of being late for work

Borrow my impala

Just Bring that money to big poppa

Couple hunnids in your locker

Don't let them other shorty's stop you
You too real for this bullshit

They gone block you

And lame ass niggas

Always tryna holla

But little do they know I'm masked up

In that Impala

Mixing business with my feelings

How'd I get in this position

-you got that bom bom

Always switching up positions

You used to be my stripper friend

But I'm in love with you

Private room with somebody else
Got a nigga trippin


[Chorus]

Girl you a fantasy

I keep on wishing you was mine

Always thinking bout you

But you thinking dollar signs

Had to be the one

That I fell for

[Verse 2]

You the reason why my trust

My trust fucked up

Maybe I love you too much

And it's like magic when we touch
I can't get enough

Money counter on the dresser

Remix with compressor

Little liquor in my system

Girl I'm about to stretch you

Showed you some affection

And look at where it led

We can do it on the floor

We don't need a bed

It's almost 12 oclock

And you ain't even gettin dressed

Your boss is gonna kill you

I remember what he said

Hate to see my baby on the pole

But I like to see her drop it slow

Hate to see my baby on the pole

Go my hardest for you

You ought to know

[Repeat Chorus]

[Outro]

Girl you used to be my stripper friend (2x)