Look, we gettin' money
We spendin' money
There's june money and decemeber money
Theres summer money and winter money
Cold-co-co-co-cold.
Clothes on top of clothes
I'm flyer than a bird and I'm shittin' on you hoes
Whatchu know b**ch I'm on.
And can't nobody turn me off
And if I was a dick I would be hard but you would make me soft, my god.
He's choosing like hello hello so pretty b**ch hey yellow yellow
Blond but please don't think I'm dumb
I'm getting to this bread
Where's there grey poupon
These dudes is on my jock
Everytime I come you would think I was trippin sh*t the way they throw them ones at me
I can make you go,
I can make you move,
I can make you do what the f**k I want you to do.
I walk in they like hello hello hello,
I walk in they like hello hello hello F**k you b**ches,
You ugly b**ches,
You stupid b**ches,
You dummy b**ches,
You dusty b**ches
Don't touch me b**ches whoa.
Whoa whoa whoa.
No no no no no
You're not on my level,
You're not even close.
These are ferragamo baby
What the f**k are those?
Since you sniff pussies and cry baby
Go and blow your nose.
B**ch I'm on.
And if I have to tell you one more time I'll blow
Like a bomb, or a horn, or a b**ch behind a bungalow at prom.
What I'm on.
I swear these b**ches not.
This p**sy two times. twat, twat.
P**sy two more times is exactly what he got.
After I made it hot and he spent up all his gwap
I'm talking racks on top of racks.
And stacks on top of that.
He took me to the shops and I got bags on top of bags.
You just like orphan annie get a kitchen back them rags.
You're not lookin' too good and that's too bad so sad.
I can make you go,
I can make you move,
I can make you do what the f**k I want you to do.
I walk in they like hello hello hello,
I walk in they like hello hello hello