Lonnie
Bring Ur Hoes 2 Trader Joes
[Intro]
(Straight men suck! Straight up)
(Shout out to Ron)
(Ba-ba-barbecue sauce on my titties)
(F*gs only)

[Chorus]
Bring your hoes to Trader Joe's (Aye)
Thrifting with my bitch (Aye)
Then take her back to eat some Moe's
Bring her to Foot Locker
Get her something for them toes (Them toes)
Taking off her clothes, I'm vibing
D-Queen for her throat
I'm flexing

[Verse 1]
First we go to Kroger
Then I eat her like some yogurt (Some yogurt)
She say I'm ethereal
Calling me thе Mars rover (Vroom! Vroom!)
I be cruisin' wherеver
With this bitched named Heather
Eat her like some Chik-fil-A
Then I say my pleasure (My pleasure)
Met this bitch at CVS
Then she says she wants some sex
Let's get it dunkin' at a Dunkin
Put it deep in Home Depot
Give some licks at the Publix
Fuck your mom at Target
Dollar Tree for desert
Then I'm up her skirt
I'm flexin'
We makin' deals (I'm flexin')
Getting steals (I like that laugh)
*sample of Justin Bieber laughing*
And fucking your bitch in the process
(So I'm sitting there
Barbecue sauce on my titties
And I'm like what the fuck? Again?)
Woah. Woah!
[Chorus]
Bring your hoes to (Woah!) Trader Joe's (Aye)
Thrifting (Yuh) with my bitch (Yuh)
Then take her back to eat some Moe's (Aye aye)
Bring her to Foot Locker (Aye)
Get her something for them toes (Them toes)
Taking off her clothes (Aye) I'm vibing (Yuh)
D-Queen for her throat (Aye)
(You know the vibe)
I'm flexing

[Verse 2]
Flexin' no question
Olive Garden she want my breadstick
At BP she only want me (Gassin')
Then shawty need some gassin' (Gassin')
Fill her up at 7-11
Show her glimpses of heaven
When I whip out all my bread
And wine her dine her at Panera
I'm flexin'!
*rewind sound effect*

[Bridge]
I bring your bitch to Trader Joe's
Next she pullin' up to all my shows
With cocaine in her nose
Sniffin' out the bullshit
I don't fuck with those fake hoes
Takin' off her clothes, I'm flexin'
[Outro]
Takin' off her clothes, I'm flexin'
Takin' off her clothes, I'm flexin'
Takin' off her clothes, I'm flexin'
*record scratch*
(When it comes to grocery stores
There's nothing quite like Trader Joes)