[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver & Tame Impala] (I did it for love) Ride the highway, ride the bus (Rock it, rock it) Why my house look like Army Plus? (Rake it up, rake it up) Walk in the strip, she gon' make it bust (Bust it, woo, bust it)
[Chorus: Don Toliver] I do damage (Bust it) You niggas can't stand it (Bust it) Psycho bandit (Bust it) Like it's Marilyn Manson (Bust it) Got the cash, advance it (Bust it) Get the Sprite and enhance it (Bust it) Pull the Wock' out the pantry (Bust it) Take a sip and I'm dancin' (Bust it) She pop Perc' like a Plan B (Bust it) Oh, she lit like a candle (Candle) Boot it up in the car seat (Car seat) Hold a nigga for ransom (Ransom) Want her back? Better call me (Bust it) It's whatever, I'm geeked (Geeked) 'Bout to punch out thе party (Woo)
[Post-Chorus: Don Toliver] You niggas ain't fly, this shit lookin' dummy (Yeah) I'm popped to get friеd, I look like a mummy (Bust it) I'm gettin' this cash, it's Monday to Sunday I guess you won't talk if it ain't about the money (Bust it) My boys in the trap, and they jump like a bunny Got pounds and pills, it ain't nothin' funny I fuck from the side and I keep the bitch cummin' If I gotta reach up, I'ma keep the bitch dummy
[Verse: Don Toliver] Way I slide in that coupe, boy, I keep that bitch hummin' (Yeah) We done went and rocked that bitch all the way to the summer Get deep in the pot, get deep like a plumber (Deep) Why would I keep her? I never will loved her (No) I just went fucked her and gave to my brother (Yeah) Eat her for dinner or eat her for supper (Yeah) Why would you keep her lil' nigga, you sucker? Why would you keep her lil' nigga, you suck? (Lil' nigga, you suck)
[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver & Tame Impala] (I did it for love) Ride the highway, ride the bus (Rock it, rock it) Why my house look like Army Plus? (Rake it up, rake it up) Walk in the strip, she gon' make it bust (Bust it, bust it)
[Chorus: Don Toliver] I do damage (Bust it) You niggas can't stand it (Bust it) Psycho bandit (Bust it) Like it's Marilyn Manson (Bust it) Got the cash, advance it (Bust it) Get the Sprite and enhance it (Bust it) Pull the Wock' out the pantry (Bust it)
[Post-Chorus: Don Toliver] You niggas ain't fly, this shit lookin' dummy I'm popped to get fried, I look like a mummy I'm gettin' this cash, it's Monday to Sunday I guess you won't talk if it ain't about the money My boys in the trap, and they jump like a bunny Got pounds and pills, it ain't nothin' funny I fuck from the side and I keep the bitch cummin' If I gotta reach up, I'ma keep the bitch dummy
[Outro: Don Toliver] Ridin', this bitch got a TV, huh? Belt on that boy like a BeBe, huh Hide in the bush, you won't see me, huh Put you underwater like seaweed, huh White lil' nigga wan' be me, huh? .45 up when I'm creepin', huh Drive-by, shootin' the demon, huh Fuck is you sayin'? I'm geekin', huh (Woo) (Woah-ahh, woah, ahh!)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
