Ft. Ty Dolla $ign

(Hook)
I took yo bitch, that's right
Money keep callin', that's right
Only rap foreign, that's right
Whole team on it, that's right
My niggas gonna ride, that's right
My niggas gonna shoot, now fight
Whether wrong or right
That's right, that's right!

(Verse)
Two times in one night, two fuck bands all night
Kush up in that raw, purple in that Sprite
Ten hoes in rotation, I need my motivation
Money make her cum and I'mma make her taste it
Put it in her neck I'mma make her gag on it
Head in the rarri, that's how you blow 100
Hoes come and go, I'mma fuck then I don't want her
Hoes like J's, I bust 'em, I don't want 'em
Swerve, hit a coma in the California
Runnin' through these hoes like a play from Minnesota
She turn off her phone cuz nigga you a sucker
Police ask, niggas tell 'em start cuffin'

(Hook)

(Post-Hook)
She post it in my whip, post it on my dick
She supposed to be with her nigga
But she post it in my crib
She post it in my whip, post it on my dick
She supposed to be at work
But she post it on my clique
I tell her post up real
(All you gotta do is post up)
I tell her post up real
(Right here)

(Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign)
Girl yo face lookin' gorgeous and my cash so retarded
Need the five year plan cuz that ass is enormous
They keep telling you to stop, but this cash make you want it
Girl, quit actin' like you shy, grab this dick and (jump up on it)
I was way out in New York, we was smoking California
She can't wait to tell her friends, talk about it in the morning
Beat it like she stole it, sleepin' like she in a coma
Do just what she wanna, be a fool think you control her
Couple grand in a rubber band, you know I'm the man
Whachya sayn, baby, whachya sayn? Tell me what's the plan
Is you plan? Is that bitch a ten? Bandz will make her dance
See my act and she was not a fan, damn

(Hook)

(Post-Hook)