Dead Presidents Ty Dolla $ign (Ft. BJ the Chicago Kid, Juicy J & Rich Homie Quan)

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan & Ty Dolla $ign]
Rich, $ign, Homie, Dolla $ign, Dolla, Quan
Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Wanna see you do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Wanna see you do it for the dead presidents

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Make it clap on a handstand, hold it with no hands
Can you take it from the binack or would you run like trinack?
Girl can you ride like a Ducati, fast like a Ferrari
Flip you over on your back, and slam like Shaq
She like it when I fuck her from the side
She like to drink Hennessy and get high
Out of town bitches come through here with dreams
All these hoes be on the same things
Baby want em all, but they all rich and famous
Fucking ball players and entertainers
Rolling blunts up, but you know I smoke papers
And bitch don’t you know I’m Taylor
I’m a mack, I’m a player
If she about her paper
Lames can’t call her
She only fuck with ballers
I tell her like