Price Tags feat. Anderson .Paak

歌詞

Yeah Hunneds, hunneds in my hand Want it, want it, spend them bands Yeah, I'ma take all I can get That money keep that pussy wet Hunneds, hunneds in my hand Want it, want it, spend them bands Yeah, I'ma take all I can get That money keeps that pussy wet Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that Fuck them pricetags I ain't lookin' I just pick that, pick that Turn me on when he say, "Get that, get that" Make me wanna pull the freak out, freak out He say, "Oh, I see you speak now" That's right, reach down and pull the cash out, cash out Make me love you, take your last out, last out, yeah Hunneds, hunneds in my hand Want it, want it, spend them bands Yeah, I'ma take all I can get That money keep that pussy wet Hunneds, hunneds in my hand Want it, want it, spend them bands Yeah, I'ma take all I can get That money keeps that pussy wet Now, now and if you wanna see me drip like a faucet I can be ya freak, throw it back, let you toss it Spend a few stacks, keep a bad bitch happy Real niggas know what make a bitch get nasty Flashy, that's how I dress if you ask me Pass me, you broke niggas can't catch me He don't half step so I call him, "Big daddy" If he want the pussy, first he gotta Cashapp me, hunneds Hunneds, hunneds in my hand Want it, want it, spend them bands Yeah, I'ma take all I can get That money keep that pussy wet Hunneds, hunneds in my hand Want it, want it, spend them bands Yeah, I'ma take all I can get That money keeps that pussy wet Trickin' off regardless, spendin' my hard earned I'd rather get a purse then deal with the heart burn She don't wanna work, she takin' the week off Shit I'm startin' to think you don't even have a job Lookin' at ya exes, all of 'em ball players 2012 Lexus, still ain't paid off yet Pullin' out my wallet, got no credit cards in it If I let you play, you gon' have a ball with it (Fallin', fallin', fallin') I'm tryna forget it, you know it's just re/ally disheartenin', but um I done paid for all kinds of nursin' classes Now, now she sayin' she wanna be a mothafuckin' make up artist? You don't want the chips if it got the guac missin' You only want the Benz if it's AMG kitted But if I get pinched based off suspicion Is you gone sing like Bobby in New Edition? (Yeah) Forget it, momma told me put the kid in So I did it, but that baby came out black as Samuel in Pulp Fiction I'm light skinneded, my grand daddy Indian You fuckin' with my lineage and dividends Peace and light, I wish you all the love Please get out my house, I'll call the cops I think I have spent my final buck I think I'm out to lunch Hunneds, hunneds in my hand Want it, want it, spend them bands Yeah, I'ma take all I can get That money keep that pussy wet Hunneds, hunneds in my hand Want it, want it, spend them bands Yeah, I'ma take all I can get That money keeps that pussy wet