Porsche
Fan'cyee
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Throw your hands up in the air and swing your hips back and forth Bend it over bust it down and make that nigga throw a Porsche Make that nigga throw a Porsche Make that nigga throw a Porsche Bend it over bust it down and make that nigga throw a Porsche Throw your hands up in the air and swing your hips back and forth Bend it over bust it down and make that nigga throw a Porsche Make that nigga throw a Porsche Make that nigga throw a Porsche Bend it over bust it down and make that nigga throw a Porsche This one for my girls who be working that pole Take it to the top, pop a split down low Shaking that ass for them dividends, you rocking all the latest trends I see you keep working, shake that ass don't stop twerking, niggas get slick Got a couple niggas lurking, guns on they hips like a military sergeants And they screaming f*ck you pay me Getting money, do this daily and you hating ass hoes don't phase me Because it's ya man who pays me He watch me drop it low and shake that ass down to the flo He giving me all his mothafuckin' dough, and he always coming back for no more Aye We putting down payments on a Porsche or Ferrari, giving no fucks no sorrys In V.I.P. So Wavy and gnarly, with a bad bitch named Ari Popping big bottles that's what we do How the f*ck you feeling, we don't have a clue, or better yet we don't care Race me to the money I'll beat you there! Throw your hands up in the air and swing your hips back and forth Bend it over bust it down and make that nigga throw a Porsche Make that nigga throw a Porsche Make that nigga throw a Porsche Bend it over bust it down and make that nigga throw a Porsche Shake it like you make him wanna put a ring on it Make him throw whatever he would actually spend on it Got him standing at attention, he my mothafuckin' soldier and I keep him up and running like a morning cup of folgers Watch me break it down, these niggas love the way I do my dance and if you wanna conversation Nigga better to have them bands Cuz money is the code that we live by, seaside eating shrimp and ribeyes Diamonds on our fingernails and neck and wrist as well We fresh just like we've been baptized Getting big money, put it in all caps, hair platinum blonde, like Halle berry on baps Swear to god imma put my city on the map, you give me any beat and I swear I'll snap! I got it these bitches know I locked up the game, ain't no doubt about it and All these niggas that around me, ain't no guessing they all solid A bitch real bad, got all these niggas eyes popping out they sockets I'm blasting off into the sky, call me ms. Johnny rocket! Throw your hands up in the air and swing your hips back and forth Bend it over bust it down and make that nigga throw a Porsche Make that nigga throw a Porsche Make that nigga throw a Porsche Bend it over bust it down and make that nigga throw a Porsche
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Written by: Ashley Davis, Brittany Stephenson
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