I got that good good in my system Riding 'round all night Take it back to the basics And your bitch cannot deny Feel like money ain't no worry But I'm so misunderstood G's with ratchet hoes, get back to those Cause I'm feeling like Tiger Woods I'm feeling like Tiger Woods I'm feeling like Tiger Woods G's with ratchet hoes, get back to those Cause I'm feeling like Tiger Woods
[Verse 1: Riff Raff]
Presidential tint, Michelle Obama Frozen femurs in the freezer, Jeffrey Dahmer I can carry grams, West Bahamas I can, I can move oil, bin like Osama Five thousand single in a salsa Benz Nissan, Pizza Hut, hippopotamus lens Rocks on my hands look like body boulders Might change my government name, Jody Highroller Try to cop my style I'mma tint the glass Try to, try to cop my style I'mma bust your ass Looking like a flounder, catfish Laying down Oriental carpets, tempura shrimp wrist
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[Verse 2: Ryan The Kid]
I'm a OJ sipper Early in the morning like a cocaine sniffer We up, black gang ripper Getting this honey, my money looking way bigger, big dipper Uh, I'm seeing all over the beat now Goons in the street now Running like a meet now Creeping you talking get sleep na na Me and B. Wash giving you the beat down Rap game cheese and eggs You can leave em over reason with a t-bone steak M-m-me no play, no me no say Cause if somebody starts ??? it's gonna be your day And tell your bitch to back it up Cause if she really want the money she can rack it up Pop another molly, take a sip of that cup Drop it to the ground, pick it back up You know every day I'm out to get it It's money over bitches if you're looking out to get it I've never been a cynic and I've never been a critic And yo girl, I ain't even been dependent You know I got the snapback on Bitch right here got the backpack on Drank, pills, and my bitch for real This life it got me saying
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[Verse 3: B. Wash]
I'm with that MT? six pack, MT? six pack Minute 'til 6 mack, hoes with the chit chat Take your babysitters baby since I get my dick back The ability, your versatility's a bitch The wiz kid that didn't hit Amber Rose? That came from a fifth and a bag of clothes Honeys on the floor, I'm blowing half of those You trying to get over the hump I'm on the camel toe So talk it if you really don't do it Don't cock it if you really won't pull it I got gos that hold a couple millie for my crew And got a posse full of players and a family full of goons I'm known to keep mistresses interested Lick on her dimples and drip on her timbles And shake me? with clubs cause I kick it with friends The only difference is I'm never missing
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