Make Her Say The 3rd Kind (Ft. GiLLaTEEN)

[Chorus: Lady Gaga & GiLLaTEEN]
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
Yeah
Pa-pa-pa-poke her face
My bank account?
Pa-pa-poke her face
One comma
Oh, oh-oh-oh, ah-ah-ah-oh-oh
I'm rich, nigga
Pa-pa-pa-poke her face
Let's go
Pa-pa-poke her face

[Verse 1: GiLLaTEEN]
And I'm so paid, pockets sag like your nana
That's why I say "Cheese" when I smile for the camera
Front page, who am I?
Call a nigga Dracula, all I do is count
And I don't lose count, see the mountains I amount?
Deuce-deuce, I am out, to the dealer, buy him out
Take the Porsche out the garage, put the Bimm' on time-out
If y'all really got bread, why the birds flyin' south?
Burnin' holes in your pocket? Bitch, shut your lyin' mouth
Next, Dairy Queen, play the pussy, tambourine
Everything I fuck look like Angeline Jolie
Holy shit
Can't slow these grips, so don't hate
Yeah, a nigga always baked, but I still got cake
'Cause I'm robbin', niggas callin' me "Baskin"
When my tape droppin'? Niggas callin' me, askin'
In the meantime, my neck chillin' up in Aspen
Cash bundled up like a fuckin' Alaskan, what happened? Uh