Lola Brooke - Go To Yo Head Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I don't go on dates, I want the funds instead
I might let 'em sniff the- don't let it go to yo head
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Beat a bitch 'bout mine, said what I said
Off the Don Juli-, don't let it go to yo head

Bitch, get back, I be moving tact
I be talking money, he be throwing racks
He said I'm dramatic, don't know how to act
Nigga, if you love me, get my face tatted
Want me to be your lady? Cop me that Mercedes
I be in the latest, BET in Vegas
Nigga, is you crazy? This wetty leave 'em wavy
Papa, I'm your baby, well, let me swipe your Ame-y
Ms. Deep Pockets, big bags that don't fold
Van Cleef or Cartier, no Kenneth Cole
New set, French tip, I'm ten toes
Blew a bag from Fifth Ave to Melrose

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't go on dates, I want the funds instead
I might let him sniff the- don't let it go to yo head
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Beat a bitch 'bout mine, said what I said
Off the Don Juli-, don't let it go to yo head

Don't let it go to yo head
He get too comfortable, he cannot fold me to bed
I leave a sucker nigga hungry 'til he's supposed to be fed
I'm Lil' Miss got the juice, came through as a bev
(I know you thirsty, nigga)
You ever had some nani from the gutter?
Thongs on in a sweat suits and these French toes in these buttas
Said he want to put his mouth on it, nigga better not stutter
Wear they hats on these niggas, Yankee fitted, ain't no trucker
(Hey, baby)
I don't need a nigga, "What you doin'?" me to death
I leave him on read, all I see is red
I ain't let him f*ck if that rumor get spread
Then the Don Juli- getting thrown at yo head

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't go on dates, I want the funds instead
I might let 'em sniff the- don't let it go to yo head
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Beat a bitch 'bout mine, said what I said
Off the Don Juli-, don't let it go to yo head