More songs by LISA
More songs by Megan Thee Stallion
Description
Composer, Associated Performer, Lyricist: LISA
Lyricist, Background Vocal, Composer: Carly Gibert
Lyricist, Composer, Producer: Ryan Tedder
Lyricist, Composer, Producer: Sam Homaee
Lyricist, Composer: Gregory Aldae Hein
Vocal Producer: Kuk Harrell
Vocal Engineer: Jelli Dorman
Mixing Engineer: Manny Marroquin
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Anthony Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Trey Station
Mastering Engineer: Randy Merrill
A& R Director: Peter Edge
A& R Director: Chloe Weise Donovan
A& R Director: Kat Kusion
A& R Coordinator: Jaryn Valdry
Lyrics and translation
Original
It's the Hot Girl Coach, and LISA (ah)
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Keep your doggies in a motherfuckin' muzzle
Only one queen in the jungle
Ay, only one queen, only one
I don't window-shop, I big spend
If I got a message, I click "send"
You can't lie to me, got a sixth sense
Feel my energy with some Himalayan incense
Livin' lavish while we still young
Spendin' that shit 'til we go dumb
Flashin' them gold teeth all damn day
When I walk by, I hear them say
That's money
That's motherfuckin' money
Bitch, tell me how you love me
Bitch, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's money
That's motherfuckin' money
Bitch, tell me how you love me
Bitch, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down (real hot girl shit)
I'm the hood Rapunzel, 50-inch, my bundles (yeah)
Louis V, my duffle, body tea for trouble
Made a mill' at a show, quarter mill' on my throat (brr)
And if a bitch want beef, I make a meal outta her (ah)
Damn, I might be too pretty (too pretty)
What they finna do with me? (I don't know)
Booty so big, ass sittin' up like new titties (baow, baow)
Two chains on, finna pull up with the roof missin'
Poppin' all my life, bitches hatin', ain't a new feelin' (ah)
Livin' lavish while we still young
Spendin' that shit 'til we go dumb
Flashin' them gold teeth all damn day
When I walk by, I hear them say
That's money
That's motherfuckin' money
Bitch, tell me how you love me
Bitch, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's money
That's motherfuckin' money
Bitch, tell me how you love me
Bitch, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Need some me time, gotta meditate
Level up, level up, bitch, I levitate
In my pocket, I got somethin' you won't ever make
But I'm generous, maybe you can have a taste
Anyway, gotta go 'cause I'm runnin' late
Every day, make a bag, bitch, you gonna hate
Hour or two
But this is my life, baby, I ain't you
English translation
It's the Hot Girl Coach, and LISA (ah)
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Keep your doggies in a motherfuckin' muzzle
Only one queen in the jungle
Ay, only one queen, only one
I don't window-shop, I big spend
If I got a message, I click "send"
You can't lie to me, got a sixth sense
Feel my energy with some Himalayan incense
Livin' lavish while we still young
Spendin' that shit 'til we go dumb
Flashin' them gold teeth all damn day
When I walk by, I hear them say
That's money
That's motherfuckin' money
Bitch, tell me how you love me
Bitch, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's money
That's motherfuckin' money
Bitch, tell me how you love me
Bitch, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down (real hot girl shit)
I'm the hood Rapunzel, 50-inch, my bundles (yeah)
Louis V, my duffle, body tea for trouble
Made a mill' at a show, quarter mill' on my throat (brr)
And if a bitch want beef, I make a meal outta her (ah)
Damn, I might be too pretty (too pretty)
What they finna do with me? (I don't know)
Booty so big, ass sittin' up like new titties (baow, baow)
Two chains on, finna pull up with the roof missin'
Poppin' all my life, bitches hatin', ain't a new feelin' (ah)
Livin' lavish while we still young
Spendin' that shit 'til we go dumb
Flashin' them gold teeth all damn day
When I walk by, I hear them say
That's money
That's motherfuckin' money
Bitch, tell me how you love me
Bitch, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's money
That's motherfuckin' money
Bitch, tell me how you love me
Bitch, tell me how (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Hair down, feelin' like Rapunzel
Hair down, feelin', hair down
Need some me time, gotta meditate
Level up, level up, bitch, I levitate
In my pocket, I got somethin' you won't ever make
But I'm generous, maybe you can have a taste
Anyway, gotta go 'cause I'm runnin' late
Every day, make a bag, bitch, you gonna hate
Hour or two
But this is my life, baby, I ain't you