Lyrics:
making money
Yea
I'm making moves Moves
Don't get mad at me
When I speak the truth
Baby I don't care
What you do
All I want is the loot
Let's go driving in
I wanna see what's under there, baby
Who's that peekin' in my window?
Uh, you should let some more skin show
And if one of these websites get
baby
At ain't got a call I'm lonely
Trynna lock me up in shackles
Cuz I freed you from me
Ian trynna bash just speaking
Facts getting stress off me
Got
an earthquake
Slow-slow motion, her body screwed up
It must be some purple in the cup
Cause she movin' so slow {Slow, slow}
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Baby Bash
keep it fly, Lauren is archery
Don't get it twisted, realistic, I could part the sea
My life is fast, I take a chance when I insert the key
And then I
Poppa smash fools, bash fools (uh)
Niggas mad because I know that cash rules
Everything around me two Glock 9's
Any motherfucker whispering about mines
flawless
Fuck all that other
Bury yo brother
Leave yo family mad at the fact the Mobb took me under.
Bash 'em other sucka, likely struck wit G's
It's me and you, doing the sex
So now you know I'm just a freak
Give it up baby, I can't wait to weeks
I want it all, Don't say I won't
Get it girl, now
cappin' ***** don't abash
'bash
'bash
'bash
I need more cash
Cash
Cash
Cash
****** gettin' mad but they gon' light off
Light off
Light off
Bad hoes tryna
away and say they wanna talk
Once I talk about V Tech, get away
They don’t wanna diss this Asian
Think about V Chin
And how they bashed his shins in
In
the vibe
Let me be inside baby girl tonight look me in my eye
Don't see eye to eye but we gotta try
"The Last PlayBoy" what a fucking joke
We can not talk no
Mad, mad, Richard Mille
A crib by the port and it's imported
Sad, sad, if you knew the truth 'bout that nigga
Then it would get awkward
And I know
wasted
Baby I wanna kiss you from the neck down
And wanna see you get naked
I can tell by the way I'm stroking in and out
You feel good cause you really
can get it (get it)
Pull up whenever, whenever, you know I'm with it
Don't get it twisted
Nothin' like none of these bitches
But sometimes I get in
upset
Shawty say I'm drippy say she like the way I dress
Baby you ain't the best ain't nothing just to replace
Don't get to talking crazy get up out my
uh
Just hear me out
I'm half player, half pimp, baby half of both
You can tell by my lip got mo' game than most
Float coast to coast, like the late
Playboy bunny with the bad bitch
I'm a homo with a skinny body savage
I don't date him if he on average
Closet boy hit me up, bad habit
Hot boy
Fuck that shit Raekwon
Do that shit
Fuck them niggas
What's up playboy
Nigga, you doing you're thing
Nigga, go ahead
Yeah, them fake duels
know I gotta pull up no baby no hold up
Cuz once I get in you know locked in that pussy on lock up
Cuz once I get in you know locked in that pussy
breath and sip the water from my glass. Thinking my baby had responded i know she'is mad i read it she got a fucking restraining order on my ass bitch
Sexy baby get me some
Break my back till it gets numb
Don't be lazy make me cum
Mad me, mad me, mad, mad me
Mad me, mad me, mad, mad me
Mad me, mad me,
going
Fast than me with abrushima my inspiration from youth
Killa bee got loose, don't be teared, don't be mad, no, give it the truth, say
M-E-T-H-O-D,
probably hate me
She used to threaten she had a man to replace me
She talk that shit, I just hit the escape key
And then she get mad and wanna go and erase
He's a rockstar rebel
He's a playboy
Get the popstar level
He don't play boy
Got that off chart metal
He's a playboy
He's a rockstar rebel
Get
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