L8r

Yo, you rocking with with the man crook You can get your man took quicker than your hand shook No frontin', it's about his paper He a giver, I'm a taker and a fibber and a faker You gotta spend a lot for this behavior If it ain't about a dollar, I'm a holler at you later Yeah, you already know I get the dough and it's never slow (and it's never slow) Never know, and if you don't, it's whatever, yo (Pay, pay, pay) Gotta get it, gotta get, I gotta get it You gotta spend a lot for this behavior If it ain't about a dollar, I'm a holler at you later Light skin world, light skin girls Switching his vanilla cause he likes that swirl, yeah He like black girls and he love a musician And fucking with this older nigga, he a fucking magician, son He tricking off, cause my verse perverse And jerking off when a bitch rehearse him When I lift the skirt, your nigga never gotta be coerced Just squirt and he eats the dessert and that's some real shit I mean real tits, nice ass, tight twat Dome fucking up a nigga home, call a bitch S.W.A.T I get it tighter than a gridlock Open your face and let a bitch squat I tell him you should let his bitch watch Cause she wanna piss, nah I tell her she could lick this box Cause I ain't really with that dick-swap Even if you switch socks Bitch is fishier than Chip Shop And he was praying that her shit pop Every time I say deeper, I get it warmer than a space heater No ordinary taste either, this that candy He was tryin' lick it off to see through my panties I was tryin' kick it, but he was like can he- Eat a little dinner, want to sit with my family Nah, there's probably not a lot in this container If it ain't about a dollar, I'm a holler at you later (ha!)