Moola Midi Mafia (Ft. Eric Bellinger & K.I.D)

[Chorus]
Tonight your body is the strip club (Yeah)
Let me perform on your stage (Say word?)
Dropped out of school for the money and the fame (Woo)
Fuck it, I'm getting paid (For the moola?)
Weathermen say it's money outside (Hallelujah)
Tonight we gon' see some rain (Yeah)
Tonight your body is the strip club (Word?)
Let me perform on your stage (Woo, for the moola?)
Fuck it, I'm gettin' paid

[Verse 1: K.I.D.]
Hallelujah (yeah), this shit legendary ('Dary)
Trip like Jason Terry, pussy pink as Katy Perry (God)
This shit came form nowhere (Nowhere)
Drama, pleasе don't go there
Pussy, Michael Jordan (No hair)
Bald hеad, no hair (Woo)
Bandz, bandz will make her dance
Twenties will bring her friends
Fifties, a change of plans
Boy, I came here off gramps (Woo)
For a dollar (dollar), you'll do all this for a dollar?
Brain make you think she a scholar (Scholar)
Accent like she super proper (Proper)
Lick the swimming pool
Make her say fuck all the rules (Rules)
Don't mind if she get used
That pole made her say fuck school
So I made this foreign type (I did)
Oh yeah, now I'm so entice (I did it)
Said she married to the moola
Throw some motherfuckin' racks (Woo)