shaq and kobe!

I just threw some money on the floor, I make her rake it up All I want for Christmas is bad bitches and a Bentley truck Yo bitch wanna grind all on my pipe, I think she skate or something He be hating all up on my page like he get paid or something He do the Kapernick Why they wanna hate behind my back, then see me and suck dick Damn, that's just a half of it I just sit down, count my money up Mathematics shit I just sit down, count my money up That's mathematics, bitch Nah, and I ain't bragging, bitch I could never pay enough for some pussy You ain't taxing, bitch Lot of bitches lying on my name I hate that cappin' shit Need a bitch who listen to commands on my captain shit If my brodie want a turn, Imma pass the bitch Feeling tall when I ball I'm on my magic shit Got a G19 wit a beam Make that nigga twitch I'm in the cut She like b4lance! I like your fit Number nine jeans and I rocking mother fuckin' Rick Hit him wit a beam to his head Now he fuckin' lit Bitch calling my phone We don't speak of it And I'm rocking V-Lone wit a tooley kit That nigga act like a rat They call him Mick On a calm day rock some ice, Yeah, I feel sick Niggas act so weird, so strange They wanna be my clone And the other day, your bitch on my line She bad to the bone And I was hittin' from the back Made her moan Hit it from the back Made her moan