Tax Season

Put it in my hand Little baby I'm a flip it Your last dude fucked off your bag but I'm different I'm just trying to put you on a level know you missing My homies said you'd never be shit but I didn't listen It is what it is ain't no slipping on my Pimping Came from the bottom but I'll never lose my pivot It's something about the way you walk by that ass ridiculous And when you girl you the thickest Don't gotta say much baby know that it's my year Don't talk the talk I walk the walk don't have to follow peers My name rings bells Dollarsign from ear to ear She love when I pull out bigger than it appears I hate when you try to blow me up I'm not no intertube And I'm a give you dope dick strokes to this interlude The type of nigga pull through baby always in the mood Don't gotta say much know dollarsigns up in the room That mouth drives me crazy feet run it up like track meets Oh you say you love me that don't mean that you can trap me Im a show you how this dog bark in the backseat And I'm a show you how these taxes move but don't tax me Put it in my hand Little baby I'm a flip it Your last dude fucked off your bag but I'm different I'm just trying to put you on a level know you missing My homies said you'd never be shit but I didn't listen It is what it is ain't no slipping on my Pimping Came from the bottom but I'll never lose my pivot It's something about the way you walk by that ass ridiculous And when you Girl you the thickest Aye