rate me

Ft. Ty Dolla $ign


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!


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'



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



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