Queen's Service ft. travizWILDE Lyrics

She be like it aint tricking, if you got it

We be spending, run them pockets

My credit card got mileage

Shorty out here wilding

Maximum limit exceeded

I acknowledge

Puckering up her lips to me

She smiling

Bluetoothing kisses to the Mrs

While I'm signing-on the dotted line

And I'm out of my of my mind and

I'm tryna-figure out why I'm so blinded

I guess-it's cuz she built like a stallion

And I go deep in her

Homie I be miles in

Cost my a thousand, every time I pound it

When I really stop and think about it

I'm like woozers

I don't need no internet browsers

They way to a mans heart, ain't through his stomach, go through his trousers

Anything way you want it

You can have it your way

I bend the knee to my queen

Your grace

She want the finer things

The diamond rings

Designer and frames purses

Six inch heels, exspensive wheels

The kosher meals, queen service

I ride for my queen like viking

While I'm on the side like swiper no swiping

If you piss her off, she stricking like lightning

Oh my God, is he dead?

All I heard was off with his head

If ever I should oppose

Softly I tread, talk to her swift

Cause she like to shop when depressed

Looking for her purse, Ima need my balls for this gig

I'll be in debt, if I'ma break it off with this chick

So, I-look her dead in the iris

Told her you can bring the unsullied I'm afraid of the IRS

I'm just tryna save some money for retirement

Let's be civil bout it

No need to get violent

As I stood right there playing the violin

She didn't say a word

She was silent

A tear dropped from her eye, but she was smiling

Then she cheap shotted me

Guess she was a wildling

She want the finer things

The diamond rings

Designer and frames purses

Six inch heels, exspensive wheels

The kosher meals, queen service