Jae Millz - Buy This Buy That lyrics

rate me

feat. Lil Wayne

What I’m ‘bout? I’m ‘bout money

That young money, that cash money

That clean money, that dirty money

That legit money and that bad money

I got hood bitches, got boojy bitches

Got swap meat and Gucci bitches

Got ratchet bitches, got classy bitches

Got field taken all these happy bitches

We on one so I’m laughing, nigga

Delete that, laughing at you, nigga

You is … I’m nasty, nigga

Exact my skin a little blacker, nigga

Crew of the year, the trophy remain home

Y’all must have forgotten, Ray Charles

Bad bitch in my bed, I mean oh

He ‘bout to take the kids to the park

She ‘bout to take the dick to the dome

Hold up

Swisher, full of girls, got 50 racks

Fuck around with it, fuck around you

Not a damn where you wanna go

I’m in a hell, what’s goody, talk to me

Buy this, buy that but never buy no pussy

Never buy another nigga style, rather buy a bullet

An affiliated, we’re fuck niggas, my bitch mean and she fuck niggas

Check the score, we up, nigga, treat my dick like a tongue twister

Told you in this motherfucker, I’m paid like a motherfucker

Give her head like a come cushion, upside down, her blood rushing

I’m homeless, bum rushing, fuck you, nigga, that’s your fault

Yeah, I set the bar high, tell them niggas poll vote

I don’t need light, my bitch light enough

Real animal, these niggas stuffed, these niggas pussies, tell ‘em tighten up

Street sweeper, make a nigga bite the dust

Cake that mellow made it, got an AK with a …

Bullet holes wide as receivers, let them pussies dry as the cleaners

Watch me take off on that good

You caked up in that shit, I barely stay popping your hood

Buy this, buy that but never buy no pussy

Never buy another nigga style, rather buy a bullet

An affiliated, we’re fuck niggas, my bitch mean and she fuck niggas

Check the score, we up, nigga, at the top is just us, nigga

YMCM I be there where the red mean

I got no respect for these bitch niggas, all depths, left hand

My black big as an elephant, am I foreigner? You can tell I am

My cards out and my eyes shining, my bitch like an American

Ask Birdman I’m a big timer, rich game, go on my shit designer

New check, new coup, my roof disappear, call it narrow mind

Tell the DJ let my haters know I’m in the building