Dirt In Your Pussy

Look, we gettin' money

We spendin' money

There's june money and decemeber money

Theres summer money and winter money

Cold-co-co-co-cold

Clothes on top of clothes

I'm flyer than a bird and I'm shittin' on you hoes

Whatchu know bitch I'm on.

And can't nobody turn me off

And if I was a dick I would be hard but you would make me soft, my God

He's choosing like hello hello so pretty bitch hey yellow yellow

Blond but please don't think I'm dumb

I'm getting to this bread [?]

Where's there grey poupon

These dudes is on my jock

Everytime I come you would think I was trippin shit the way they throw them ones at me

I can make you go

I can make you move

I can make you do what the fuck I want you to do.

I walk in they like hello hello hello,

I walk in they like hello hello hello

Fuck you bitches

You ugly bitches

You stupid bitches

You dusty bitches

Don't touch me bitches whoa

Whoa whoa whoa

No no no no no

You're not on my level

You're not even close

These are ferragamo baby

What the fuck are those?

Since you sniff pussies and cry baby

Go and blow your nose

Bitch I'm on

And if I have to tell you one more time I'll blow

Like a bomb, or a horn, or a bitch behind a bungalow at prom

What I'm on

I swear these bitches not

This pussy two times. Twat, twat

Pussy two more times is exactly what he got

After I made it hot and he spent up all his gwap

I'm talking racks on top of racks

And stacks on top of that

He took me to the shops and I got bags on top of bags

You just like orphan annie get a kitchen back them rags

You're not lookin' too good and that's too bad so sad

I can make you go

I can make you move

I can make you do what the fuck I want you to do

I walk in they like hello hello hello

I walk in they like hello hello hello