Cherry Pie

[Chorus] Yeah If I got it then shawty got it Shittin’ on these niggas like a port-a-potty He talkin’ out his neck and went to war about it When I get the cheque I need the full deposit Light skin bitch ride the Maserati (Yeah) I was slidin’ in Miami I’m [?] (Skrrr) Bitch I’m a boss like I’m John Gotti If I throw the money long he gon’ catch a body I been having more money than everybody How you got [?] and no dead bodies Stuff up the bag with cherry pie Slice up the pussy like cherry pie Inside the coupe look like cherry pie Bakin' at the stove, ain't no cherry pie I got some guns at your head ‘prolly We cover up the money ‘fo the feds indict us So many diamonds can’t tell time [Verse 1] I’m in her sheets like it’s bed time I’m in her mouth like a red wine Dick in her throat like a Red Vine Get a lot of racks, we blow it Promethazine drinkin’, I’ma pour it Got it out the Porsche and went global I got paper like Barnes and Noble (Huh, yeah) I fuck this baby mamma She say I’m a star like the new Madonna Sippin’ on drank, blow on marijuana I can’t ever snitch, I won’t dare you’re honor She talking “Blasé, Blasé”, Ty Dolla Dripping designer, Louis Vuitton her body a Coke bottle Bitch I’m a chief, I don’t answer to nobody Married to the jury [?] [Chorus] If I got it then shawty got it Shittin’ on these niggas like a port-a-potty He talkin’ out his neck and went to war about it When I get the cheque I need the full deposit Light skin bitch ride the Maserati (Yeah) I was slidin’ in Miami I’m [?] (Skrrr) Bitch I’m a boss like I’m John Gotti If I throw the money long he gon’ catch a body I been having more money than everybody How you got [?] and no dead bodies Stuff up the bag with cherry pie Slice up the pussy like cherry pie Inside the coupe look like cherry pie Bakin' at the stove, ain't no cherry pie I got some guns at your head ‘prolly We cover up the money ‘fo the feds indict us So many diamonds can’t tell time