Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop
I'm going harder than my big cock
I get it, you got cash,
She graduated top of the class
I love the way you walk
Your mom jumped on this cock
You better pray for your wallet, i'm coming for your cash
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming
While the states are spraying kids with 'straying' clips for cash that's running/
Caught george with a hand on his cock
You see him as a god
Cause the economies hungry for cash
Except she's got a little more ass
Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees
Consumin' all your cash for their own priorities
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