Rick Rock Beats
Half of these bitches will get you killed at the club
Two dots for push-ups, how you can pay me in bud
With a book and sugar bet, I get it off, I'm a thug
She got a big butt, some high heels
I pull up in her house, on wheels
I got a couple zaps of some good kids
She like the way I rap, she know that I'm for real
Bout my money
Bout my money
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Bout my money
Bout my money
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Bout my money
Bout my money
Bout my money
I got a pocket full, I'm a tourist
You can't stop the bull
Whenever I spit my game
I make a whole lot, then spend that change
And even if you make more
You can't knock bitches like Playboy Short
I keep pouring shots
I keep these whores hot
So bring me two more bottles
Got the finest women, but I don't fuck no models
Bad girls are what I prefer
She take your shit that's non-stopping
Aggressive women that swing both ways
They throwing panties on the stage
I put this dick in her mouth
She ain't resist, didn't pay her
So it can't be this
Bout my money
Bout my money
Bout my money
Bout my money
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Broke my money, broke my money, broke my money
Step, step in the club, throwin' paper today
Now I'm cuttin' your girl, call it paper mache
Head down, nothing to say
Everything she want, but a kiss on her face
Let her hit it, got me sippin' the privet
Yeah, I ordered that pussy, then she came and deleted
Damn right, I'ma charge her, cause she ride in Miami
Actin' a fool, so I gave her a M.I.
My lingo produce payroll
Yeah, that ends that I drop on payphone
Yeah, it's all good, everything Gucci now
But it came a long way from them hand-me-downs
Yeah, it's all good, stay here all the night
But it came a long way from that beans and rice
Bitches pay us, they support us
Broke hoes holler, but they can't afford us
I'm colorblind, so I two-toned it
And I can stretch out, it got no roof on it
We don't love hoes, knock a bitch down
Push her face to the glass like Chris Brown
Take a picture, bitch, Polaroid
That you f***ed up, my prick is on steroids
I know some niggas that are killed, y'all
But a dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Bitch
Bout my money
Step, step in the club, throwin' paper today
Now I'm cuttin' your girl, call it paper mache
Head down, n-nothing to say
Everything she want, but a kiss on her face
Little that hit it, got me sippin'
Yeah, I owed her that pussy, then she came in to lick it
Damn right, I'ma charge her, cause she ride in my hand
Ride in my hand, actin' a fool, so I gave her a M.N.
Throw it, throw it, you know the sound
If you broke it, you a sucker, then the shit we don't allow
It's the baddest of the bitches, after someone ain't a problem
If she got it, I want it, then I put my money down
Down, down, I put my money down
Down, I put my money down
Down, if she bad, it's down
If she got it and I want it, then I put my money down
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