[Intro]
In the kitchen and it's Taysty
[Pre-Chorus]
Can't get enough
The money, the power, respect, the hunger, I'm takin' it up
Hater for what?
There ain't no dirt on your name, so somebody makin' it up
You ain't makin' the cut, I had to stay in the cut
And take my lil change and try to make it to a buck
Shawty said she never did this before
And then turned to a slut
[Chorus]
Okay, my bitch bad, my whip fast
I make her sweat, like gym class
Y'all be tellin' me to slow down, but I'm givin' it gas
We was down and out for a minute, but I've been winnin' at last
Can't get enough (Straight up, uh)
[Verse]
S-class, big bag, check
Runnin' a milе a minute, I see that you stuck, takin' them half steps
Good gas, inhalе, I'ma hustle 'til my last breath
Stock price goin' up, you ain't even check the NASDAQ
Okay, I'm sick and tired of leeches
Go and get you some money, can't get it from me
I'm a son of a gun
I had me some one of ones that I turned into three
Shawty head goin' dumb
She been suckin' on me in her throat for a week
Ain't even makin' me cum
I told her I'm only comin' for the money, capiche? (Bitch)
Ahead of the game, articulate
They talkin' shit, but I still couldn't give a shit
Y'all be stressin' for the rent
Only stress I got is what color whip to get
Park the Lamb outside
Dead presidents, but I'm still alive
Motherfuckers say they killers for real
Only thing y'all killin', the vibe (Okay)
I keep them killers alive
They wanted the light, I gave 'em the right of way
Homie couldn't settle his pride
He wanted to fight, but somebody died today
One on my waist and got two in the ride
Don't make me pop up and ruin the vibe
How much you make, only you can decide
In the kitchen and it's Taysty
[Pre-Chorus]
Can't get enough
The money, the power, respect, the hunger, I'm takin' it up
Hater for what?
There ain't no dirt on your name, so somebody makin' it up
You ain't makin' the cut, I had to stay in the cut
And take my lil change and try to make it to a buck
Shawty said she never did this before
And then turned to a slut
[Chorus]
Okay, my bitch bad, my whip fast
I make her sweat, like gym class
Y'all be tellin' me to slow down, but I'm givin' it gas
We was down and out for a minute, but I've been winnin' at last
Can't get enough (Straight up, uh)
[Verse]
S-class, big bag, check
Runnin' a milе a minute, I see that you stuck, takin' them half steps
Good gas, inhalе, I'ma hustle 'til my last breath
Stock price goin' up, you ain't even check the NASDAQ
Okay, I'm sick and tired of leeches
Go and get you some money, can't get it from me
I'm a son of a gun
I had me some one of ones that I turned into three
Shawty head goin' dumb
She been suckin' on me in her throat for a week
Ain't even makin' me cum
I told her I'm only comin' for the money, capiche? (Bitch)
Ahead of the game, articulate
They talkin' shit, but I still couldn't give a shit
Y'all be stressin' for the rent
Only stress I got is what color whip to get
Park the Lamb outside
Dead presidents, but I'm still alive
Motherfuckers say they killers for real
Only thing y'all killin', the vibe (Okay)
I keep them killers alive
They wanted the light, I gave 'em the right of way
Homie couldn't settle his pride
He wanted to fight, but somebody died today
One on my waist and got two in the ride
Don't make me pop up and ruin the vibe
How much you make, only you can decide
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