the MONEY

I've been trying to cancel the deal, but baby, you know what I'd do I said you don't know what to do, you know I'll never move Baby, you know what I'd do, baby, I doubt it I'm counting cash for them pockets, I don't feel no hatin, baby Diamonds blue, pockets crippin, bae Keep them bitches in my buggy Fly skin, Target, shopping, honey But I want you, Lou, without the money Oh, I Come on, baby, let's go, so I can get the cash Fly out to Turks and eat some Caicos, I'm about to smack that ass How could I give a f*ck about what he say? So when I'm in, I'm the gas I've been in my bag, look, baby, poppin' tags, now I'm kickin' cash I'm ready to f*ck his ass Big butt cheeks, just a whole big bang Call that bitch, bitch, stick to the plan Doin' no play, you see what I'm sayin Straight from the west side, Atlanta Told lil' bitch I ain't doin' no sound, see what I'm sayin What's up? I'm doin' no talkin, I'm sayin' Can't do no more singin, I'm out I f*ck on your bitch real low, I yell, get her some more She pop out, she want her some more Put that bitch in the fold, finger, headlocked I go, whoa, when I rick flair Say, you know what I'd do, baby, I doubt it I'm counting cash for them pockets, I don't feel no hatin, baby Diamonds blue, pockets crippin, bae Keep them bitches in my baggy Light-skinned target shoppin, honey But I won't choose you without the money, ayy I go flawless for my baby I don't blame she has anything in the hall that's wrong I got cash to make this money and make my bitch a doll Yeah, I make my baby girl a doll Ayy, yeah, wow Hop in that Ford, we pull out Do what I do with the power, so cool out Big-ass fuckin' and saucy rollin' F*ck my bitch until she sober I love that pussy, of course Shout out to Cash, my mami I need a pussy or what I need a black truck full of horses So many flavors, forgive me, Lord I love how your haters could get your whore Variety bitches in many sorts No love, nigga, I don't want no war I want some peace, I want some pussy I ain't pass with you, nigga Y'all been goin' sad like Say he do what I do, baby, I doubt it I'm countin' cash for them pockets I don't feel no hatin, baby Diamonds blue, pockets crippin, bae Keep them bitches in my baggy Light-skinned target shoppin, honey But I won't choose you without the money, ayy