[Intro: Baby Money]
All you hoes pop y'all pussy like this
Three bracelets, one watch, one wrist
Three hoes, one house, one dick
Don't be scared when you suck it, bitch, spit
[Chorus: Baby Money]
I'm a rich nigga, 5K just on one 'fit
I'm a bitch hitter, if I shoot my shot, I won't miss
I got real chicken and I made a vow I won't trick
If she ask for a purse, then that's what this bitch get
My left hand steer the foreign, right hand on that glick
If she suck dick like this, you better not give that bitch a kiss
Pussy good, I'ma fuck around and give that bitch her rent
She an eater, I'ma fuck around and give her to my mans
[Verse 1: Baby Money]
Baby, I just want the neck right now
A hundred racks cash, tell 'em pipe down
I heard it's good, let's see what the hype 'bout
Diamond tester, let's see what that ice 'bout
Big dog, bend her over, I'ma fuck her lights out
She ain't made it to the team, I think she know it's tryouts
The way she suck it, grip, twist, I'm proud
I'm 'bout to put my clothes on, hit the mall in 'bout an hour
Born a boss, I was never made to be a coward
But she got the type of head that make me argue with my mama
Got a lot of money, it's gon' make it hard for you to find me
I ain't trippin' on no paper, I'll spend a couple dollars
All you hoes pop y'all pussy like this
Three bracelets, one watch, one wrist
Three hoes, one house, one dick
Don't be scared when you suck it, bitch, spit
[Chorus: Baby Money]
I'm a rich nigga, 5K just on one 'fit
I'm a bitch hitter, if I shoot my shot, I won't miss
I got real chicken and I made a vow I won't trick
If she ask for a purse, then that's what this bitch get
My left hand steer the foreign, right hand on that glick
If she suck dick like this, you better not give that bitch a kiss
Pussy good, I'ma fuck around and give that bitch her rent
She an eater, I'ma fuck around and give her to my mans
[Verse 1: Baby Money]
Baby, I just want the neck right now
A hundred racks cash, tell 'em pipe down
I heard it's good, let's see what the hype 'bout
Diamond tester, let's see what that ice 'bout
Big dog, bend her over, I'ma fuck her lights out
She ain't made it to the team, I think she know it's tryouts
The way she suck it, grip, twist, I'm proud
I'm 'bout to put my clothes on, hit the mall in 'bout an hour
Born a boss, I was never made to be a coward
But she got the type of head that make me argue with my mama
Got a lot of money, it's gon' make it hard for you to find me
I ain't trippin' on no paper, I'll spend a couple dollars
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!