Dividends

Swerve F*ck is they talkin bout Yuhhh Swerve swerve Ikilllabitch No you can't hit my backwood No you can't hit my backwood the f*ck Swerve swerve You ain't bout no gualla bout no dividends Yo nigga wanna f*ck me he get got You ain't bout no gualla bout no dividends Got thirsty bitches slidin up the block Aye Dolce and Gabbana bitch I'm strapped in designer The way he lick it off me he would think it's Dasani I'm the real eye Killa you can't sit wit me Wanna kick it gotta tax you with the fee (cha-Ching, aye) That nigga ain't outside like he say he is Got a Nigga runnin 10 up every week When I make these bullets hit yo fuckin head make you hold your chest like you can't fuckin breathe The way I get these blues make you tap dance in your shoes, I'm a saucy bitch and on me you better choose Call me number one and on me you bet not snooze (Yuh) Come near me ima hit you with the K Come near me ima hit you wit the K Come near me ima hit you wit the K (Yuh) Bitch Ima serve you all these looks Ima serve you all these rounds Ima serve you all these pounds Bitches wanna play this is how I get down Bitches talkin shit ima lay your ass down Now she fuckin sorry wanna be my bitch now (F*ck) (Pause) You a ain't bout no gualla bout no dividends Your nigga wanna f*ck me he get got You ain't bout no gualla bout no dividends Got thirsty bitches slidin up the block Dolce and Gabanna bitch I'm strapped in designer The way he lick it off me he would think it's Dasani I'm the real eye Killa you can't sit with me Wanna kick it gotta tax you with the fee (cha-Ching)