I got racks on the main
She need more, shawty,
cash on the main
Show some more,
need that ass on the main
Make it clap,
cause we got cash on the main
Ooh, buck around and
order more money
Ooh, buck around and order more
Ooh, baby, we gon' order more money
Ooh, buck around and order more
I'm poppin' champagne,
now I'm pourin' more
I just ran out of ones,
it's time to order more
Swift, you want this cash,
you gotta show some more
Got private dances through
that corridor
I'm off drugs and a bunch of shots
After party at my crib,
oh, with a bunch of thots
So order more bottles,
don't care what the cost
My neighbor is a bitch,
they try to call the cops
Fuck you, I'm livin' life, all good,
don't need advice
Pussy is my favorite vice,
I see you, I get enticed
Them titties nice,
tonight I'ma hit it twice
Comin' home on that bape,
bitch 2 a .m., them city nights, yeah
Oh, fuck around and know them all, man
Oh, fuck around
and know them all
Oh, baby, we gon' know them all, man
Oh, fuck around and
know them all
Keep a bag, blow a bag,
throw a bag, ain't nothin'
On the weatherman, thunderstorm,
4K, it's whole hunnid
Don't want no model, girl
I want a bottle, girl
And you on a ballin' girl,
and I'm right here ballin' girl
I'ma send you a Uber,
and she from Aruba
She know nothin' bout this thug life,
she like, is a shooter
Took her down in Miami,
put that bitch on a scooter
Took her straight to the Phantom Blue,
I know just how to do her
She said she had a man,
but she know how to maneuver
She give me head under water,
so I'ma call up my scuba
Now, Rolls -Royce on deck,
shorty ass so fat
Told a bitch I love her,
waitress all out of water
I got old money, I can retire with it
Tryna fuck her, check up now,
ain't tryna die with it
Money bad, money bad
Got a whole bunch of slayers,
got a whole lot of ads
And for her I just might
Oh, fuck around and know the more money
Oh, fuck around and know the more
Got it
Oh, baby,
we gon' know the more money
Oh, fuck around and know the more
Had to order some more money,
just to throw it at her
No money doesn't matter,
I make it back manana
I hit it like a batter, I make it ride or tatter
I never give her answers,
I never give her data
Mama she a dancer,
she dance a fuckin' ass off
She take a fuckin' pass off,
and dance a fuckin' ass off
She let me feel that ass off,
charge it to my black car
She fuck me for that iPhone,
she so tired of that Android
An outdoor person havin'
RGs in my backyard
I think her ass got steroids
This dick feel like heroin
Liturgy the Eastman, Lord
But I had to expand, Lord
Shinin' on these niggas
God, I'm lookin' for some 10, Lord
I got all these bands, boy
These hoes call me Bamboy BZF,
Bamboy
Stayin' pussin' out of the tabloids
And used to think I was the bad boy
Now I got that bag, boy
Drop that coupon at Lloyd's
Just all this homo cash, boy
Just all this homo cash, boy
Oh, fuck around and know them all, man
Oh, fuck around and know them all
Got that coupon L .O.
Oh, baby, we gon' know them all, man
Oh, fuck around and know them all
All the time, I'll catch one
Who we is?
Young Moolaf, the 8 -bit you