She gone make the money do a hand Stand
I'm a blow this money like a ceiling fan
20s, 50s, 100s, that a whole band
Loud pack came
From pakastan
Got me laughn hard
Like a mad man
Plugged wit the man
Yea the Taliban
She do a hand stand
And get da whole band
I don't wear a ring
I don't keep a wife
Any bytch I f*ck
Only five the nite
She the preacher daughter
So I call her mase
I bless her wit a taste
She gimme all her face
Shawty popn shakn twerkn dat ass
Got a nuxa throwing up all his racks
Nuxas be mad cus she still on my lap
I said she could leave, but she want all this cash
Hard to get up i can't leave
Shawty done weeken my knees
Shawty done f*cked up my cheese
Just so she could rub on dese
Said she wana throw it back
Shyt i wana Blow a rack
Dont get scared now
Throw dat ass back
I been gettn cake
I been cashn checks
I been pushing weight
Stiffn up the flex
I can see it in the eyes
That they dign me
She wana hit a G
But she won't f*ck for free
Blunt of loud
Cup of M.U.D
Eyes sitting low
From the thc
Hoes know it's me
Got a hoe degree
Got em doing strange
Thangs for a qt key
Yea the blow good
And the weed great
Got these bytches crossing miles like the seven lakes
I just get it in
Im a call her friend
Got the double feature going
Excuse my pardon YEAH
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She gone make the money do a hand Stand
I'm a blow this money like a ceiling fan
20s, 50s, 100s, that a whole band
Loud pack came
From pakastan
Got me laughn hard
Like a mad man
Plugged wit the man
Yea the Taliban
She do a hand stand
And get da whole band
I don't wear a ring
I don't keep a wife
Any bytch I f*ck
Only five the nite
She the preacher daughter
So I call her mase
I bless her wit a taste
She gimme all her face
Shawty popn shakn twerkn dat ass
Got a nuxa throwing up all his racks
Nuxas be mad cus she still on my lap
I said she could leave, but she want all this cash
Hard to get up i can't leave
Shawty done weeken my knees
Shawty done f*cked up my cheese
Just so she could rub on dese
Said she wana throw it back
Shyt i wana Blow a rack
Dont get scared now
Throw dat ass back
I been gettn cake
I been cashn checks
I been pushing weight
Stiffn up the flex
I can see it in the eyes
That they dign me
She wana hit a G
But she won't f*ck for free
Blunt of loud
Cup of M.U.D
Eyes sitting low
From the thc
Hoes know it's me
Got a hoe degree
Got em doing strange
Thangs for a qt key
Yea the blow good
And the weed great
Got these bytches crossing miles like the seven lakes
I just get it in
Im a call her friend
Got the double feature going
Excuse my pardon YEAH
I'm a blow this money like a ceiling fan
20s, 50s, 100s, that a whole band
Loud pack came
From pakastan
Got me laughn hard
Like a mad man
Plugged wit the man
Yea the Taliban
She do a hand stand
And get da whole band
I don't wear a ring
I don't keep a wife
Any bytch I f*ck
Only five the nite
She the preacher daughter
So I call her mase
I bless her wit a taste
She gimme all her face
Shawty popn shakn twerkn dat ass
Got a nuxa throwing up all his racks
Nuxas be mad cus she still on my lap
I said she could leave, but she want all this cash
Hard to get up i can't leave
Shawty done weeken my knees
Shawty done f*cked up my cheese
Just so she could rub on dese
Said she wana throw it back
Shyt i wana Blow a rack
Dont get scared now
Throw dat ass back
I been gettn cake
I been cashn checks
I been pushing weight
Stiffn up the flex
I can see it in the eyes
That they dign me
She wana hit a G
But she won't f*ck for free
Blunt of loud
Cup of M.U.D
Eyes sitting low
From the thc
Hoes know it's me
Got a hoe degree
Got em doing strange
Thangs for a qt key
Yea the blow good
And the weed great
Got these bytches crossing miles like the seven lakes
I just get it in
Im a call her friend
Got the double feature going
Excuse my pardon YEAH
Writer: Paul Gordon
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