Lyrics: Keya Anthony Nicholas
Music: Otim Allan Olum
I – I got all this money
Ain't got shit to do with it
So I guess I take these dollars
Spend on less than two bitches – I be
Quit talking like two lips
Am penetrating your chick like Bullets
These white chicks got me harder than a Tulip
Moving they ass up and down like Two lips
Oh lord. If ya'll fakes wanna spoil this
I'ma have ma man get a toy lit – toy with it
And somebody gonna fold in good lord
Somebody call police
We outchea everybody get a door lit
Got a Nun with automatic gun swaying naked
This whole club really bound to get a face-lift
All the rats here in the backseat – Paparazzi
Tryna get a hold on ma name
Shooting with a Kodak's fiery frame
So we try to reframe from banging on whores that be banging on doors at the show
That real!
I – I got all this money
Ain't got shit to do with it
So I guess I take these dollars
Spend on less than two bitches – I be
Sweet heart ma cuddle leave you down with a beat heart
But oh well I guess you trying hard to be hurt
Hungry rappers shooting arrows at Kings like me, we call them Oliver Queens
And ma Ma said this; Never waste time
If you really wanna ride in a hot Mercedes bang ladies so sweet on a daily
You bound to get full diabetes
Me and money be tight like a pair of Draws
And them chicks finne fit like a pair of balls
And they finne get Wholly filled in this Holy Field
Where am Biting on ear like Tyson
True blood so I gotta get ma bite on
Bite long like am tryna bite a Python
Ball hard on your chick and load in
Slikback get her high on Codeine
I – I got all this money
Ain't got shit to do with it
So I guess I take these dollars
Spend on less than two bitches – I be