L8R

[Verse 1] Yo, you rocking with the man crook You can get your man took quicker than your hand shook No frontin', it’s about his paper He a giver, I’m a taker and a fibber and a faker You gotta spend a lot for this behavior If it ain’t about a dollar, I’m a holler at you later [Bridge] Yeah, you already know I get the dough and it’s never slow (and it's never slow) Let me know, and if you don’t, it’s whatever, yo (Pay, pay, pay) Gotta get it, gotta get, I gotta get it You gotta spend a lot for this behavior If it ain’t about a dollar, I’m a holler at you later [Verse 2] Light skin world, light skin girls Switching his vanilla cause he likes that swirl, yeah He like black girls and he love a musician I'm fucking with this older nigga, he a fucking magician, son He tricking off, cause my verse perverse And jerking off when a bitch rehearse him And when I lift the skirt, your nigga never gotta be coerced To just squirt and he eats the dessert and that’s some real shit I mean real tits, nice ass, tight twat Dome fucking up a nigga home, call a bitch S.W.A.T Uh, I get it tighter than a gridlock Open your face and let a bitch squat I tell him you should let his bitch watch Cause she wanna kiss, nah I tell her she could lick this box Cause I ain’t really with that dick-swap Even if you switch socks Bitch is fishier than Chip Shop And he was praying that her shit pop Every time I say deeper, I get it warmer than a space heater No ordinary taste either, it's that candy He was tryna lick it off the seam of my panties I was tryna kick him out, but he was like can he- Eat a little dinner, want to sit with my family Nah, there's probably not a lot in this container If it ain’t about a dollar, I’m a holler at you later (ha!)