Redd Velvet - White House (feat. Kid Cut) Lyrics

White bands in my white pants
I got white fans
White girl gotta light tan
And she can't dance
In the White House with a white man
Making White plans
White vans in the white sand with his wife man
White bands in my white pants
I got white fans
White girl gotta light tan
And she can't dance
In the White House with a white man
Making White plans
White vans in the white sand with his wife man

White girl I wanna pipe man
Up on skype man
Mike man
Feel like mike man
On the mic man

Sprite can in my right hand
When my flight land
Iceland with my ice man
Diamonds bright damn

I live on an island you cant find it
Fine chick who waste my time shit
I think I like it

If I like it Ima buy it
Just to try It
Can't hide it yes I'm high shit
I can't describe it

Dime chick up on dime chick
They change my mind shit
Ice brick I gotta ice pick
I use to write with

Up all night shit
F*ck the price bitch
Cash on site bitch
Excited like a white kid
When the white lit

On some white shit
Might do a line shit
Before I die shit
Shy chick
From the chi 6
Who on some bi shit

With my pilot in the sky lit
Getting fried shit
Be quiet and
Get in line when
I'm getting signed bitch
White bands in my white pants
I got white fans
White girl gotta light tan
And she can't dance
In the White House with a white man
Making White plans
White vans in the white sand with his wife man
White bands in my white pants
I got white fans
White girl gotta light tan
And she can't dance
In the White House with a white man
Making White plans
White vans in the white sand with his wife man

I am thee 1st lady
I'm regrouping lately
I'm recruiting daily

I was hoping maybe
Someone would awake me
Some one try to take me

Someone gotta pay me
Someone must be brave g
Bitches Neva Face me

Niggas over praise me
I just call em crazy
Pay attention vaguely

I'm wishing someone make me
They give up and they gone blame me
Say I've changed but this the same me
I wake up to make em hate me

Shit ain't sweet ain't got no pastries
Living life till I see daisies
If you coming I'll be waiting

Kid Cut I might cut some coke
I cut a check just for the dope
I cut you off like you some rope
For pillow talking to some hoe
I had a white girl front snow
Cut so clean thought she used soap
I keep a white robe like the pope
And my girl black her diamonds gold

My new girls getting old
My new heat getting cold
I cut the call don't go on hold
I hit the mall my swisher rolled

All my hoes outta control
They keep a purse with a pistol
And I say less cause it says more
I'm at the White House at the door