JAY TEE

JAY TEE - I DON'T KNOW NO ALGEBRA lyrics

rate me

Ft. Baby Bash and B-Legit

(Hook x2)

I don't know no algebra

But I know how to get dough outta her

(Outta her, outta her) But I know how to get dough outta her

(Verse: JAY TEE)

You know my kicks is clean but knuckles' dirty

I still sell sacks, two for thirty

I keep a side bitch and regular tab with wiffie

Walk into the club, the whole club get hifi

I shouldn't even be out, I should be home

In my bed, countin' bread, gettin' some dough(?)

But since I'm out, I'mma go gorilla

Headin' too raw on 'em, without no skrilla

I got the money, but just not with me

So all the shit I'm buyin' you gon' have to get me

I need some Goose, 'stead o' thang Patrone

And whateva my patnas is drinkin', bring it on

We gettin' lit and that's fo' sure

Hit the toast till we keepin' it all in the hole

I push it down, no offence to maybe

Everything will be all on baby

(Hook x2)

(Verse 2: Baby Bash)

No algebra, no calculus, but I bet I beat that money up out by bitch

This thing is B A B, yeah, all on Baby

When you break bread with me, girl, don't come shouting

This thing is shotgun, hoe, bitch, I don't drive

If ya scared to catch a case, jump out the ride

I go Chris Brown, straight eye turner

On a punk rock bitch if she ain't no earner

And if you eva catch the flu, you gon' feel the blue

If she ain't buyin' shit, she gon' steal some shoes

Ya might feel a back end or a cobra clutch

Bought a house in Mandola when I sold the clutch

She rode the bus, I flew first class

I made her have the ticket up out that ass

She get Greyhound rider when she (?!don't talk back?!)

She fucked twelve hindues and got me this 'llac

(Hook x2)

(Verse 3: B-Legit)

I know how to get dough outta her

Flipped a brand new 14 Challenger

I challenge her to match my work(?!)

I got Louie on my feet, they ain't s'pose to hurt

Look baby, I know what you want

If you call me in the morning, come and hit this blunt

We can go through lunch and maybe crash some numbers

If it all go good, then you be on to somethin'

Couldn't help but wonder, ________(?) be like that?

And what it's gon' take to get some bread like that

Get some head like that, I said bitch, get back

I'mma run down the facts when you gimme that trap

I'm Mac with a black and Filipino

From LA to Fresno and back to Reno

And Nino push like the world go round

That's why I give 'em home verse when they first touchdown

(Hook x2)

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