Look, we gettin' money
We spendin' money
There's june money and decemeber money
Theres summer money and winter money
Cold-co-co-co-cold.
Clothes on top of clothes
I'm flyer than a bird and i'm shittin' on you hoes
Whatchu know bitch i'm on.
And can't nobody turn me off
And if i was a dick i would be hard but you would make me soft, my god.
He's choosing like hello hello so pretty bitch hey yellow yellow
Blond but please don't think i'm dumb
I'm getting to this bread (?)
Where's there grey poupon
These dudes is on my jock
Everytime i come you would think i was trippin shit the way they throw them ones at me

I can make you go,
I can make you move,
I can make you do what the fuck i want you to do.
I walk in they like hello hello hello,
I walk in they like hello hello hello x2

Fuck you bitches,
You ugly bitches,
You stupid bitches,
You dummy bitches,
You dusty bitches

Don't touch me bitches whoa.
Whoa whoa whoa.
No no no no no
You're not on my level,
You're not even close.
These are ferragamo baby
What the fuck are those?
Since you sniff pussies and cry baby
Go and blow your nose.
Bitch i'm on.
And if i have to tell you one more time i'll blow
Like a bomb, or a horn, or a bitch behind a bungalow at prom.
What i'm on.
I swear these bitches not.
This pussy two times. twat, twat.
Pussy two more times is exactly what he got.
After i made it hot and he spent up all his gwap
I'm talking racks on top of racks.
And stacks on top of that.
He took me to the shops and i got bags on top of bags.
You just like orphan annie get a kitchen back them rags.
You're not lookin' too good and that's too bad so sad.

I can make you go,
I can make you move,
I can make you do what the fuck i want you to do.
I walk in they like hello hello hello,
I walk in they like hello hello hello x2 My wrist yellow
My Benz black
Everybody know I did that
I live that
I am that
My watch blue
My bitch's phat
That's pretty, hot, and tempting, nigga
Earrings Bart Simpson, nigga
Fuck a duck, we fixin' nigga
Milk carton, you missin' nigga
I'm Brick Squad and I'm caso
I'm all out and I'm 5'4"
My squad is something I die for
Just point 'em out
And I ride on em
I dive on em
Who talkin', boy?
Inside be bossin' boy
I shits beats, you coughin' boy
I ride tracks, you walkin' boy
I does me, you do you
I fuck bitches, you Youtube
You watch me, I watch hoes
You pillow talkin', I fuck stole
I'm JM, that's gettin' money
Fuck haters, them niggas funny
All out, we gettin' money
All out, that's good money
I can make you go
I can make you move
I can make you do what the fuck I want you to do
I walk in they like
Hello, hello, hello



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Writer(s): Joe Holiday
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