Dead Presidents

[Produced By Metro Boomin] [Hook x2: Ty Dolla $ign] Do it for the dead presidents Do it for the dead presidents Do it for the dead presidents Wanna see you do it for the dead presidents [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] Make it clap on a handstand, hold it with no hands Can you take it from the binack or would you run like trinack? Girl can you ride like a Ducati, fast like a Ferrari Flip you over on your back, and slam like Shaq She like it when I fuck her from the side She like to drink Hennessy and get high Out of town bitches come through here with dreams All these hoes be on the same things Baby want em all, but they all rich and famous Fucking ball players and entertainers Rolling blunts up, but you know I smoke papers And bitch don’t you know I’m Taylor I’m a mack, I’m a player If she about her paper Lames can’t call her She only fuck with ballers I tell her like [Hook] [Verse 2: Juicy J] Go ahead and show a nigga something Bust it open, let a nigga touch it Show a nigga that you ain’t bluffing If I tip anymore, we fucking Do it for the dead presidents Give me head like my name Bill Clinton I know you ain’t got no limits Tell your boyfriend to mind his business Spend a night with me, that’s priceless Rubber bands on her, she dyking Shawty do it like a pro, tryna act like she don’t like it Them niggas gon be upset, they mad, they hate That cheddar get her naked, she suck dick for a small donation If it ain’t bout money stop talking I ain’t with it if I can’t make a profit Broke niggas can’t stand next to me unless they got my deposits Spark my joint up full of broccoli, I lift off just like a rocket Know y’all fuck niggas still talking but I can’t hear you over my pockets [Hook] [Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan] You won’t get in my residence (Nah nigga) I got a concierge sitting at the gate (For security) Stacking them dead presidents (How you feel Quan?) Feeling like Larenz Tate (Hey!) I bet them dead presidents will make her stay (Ooh!) I bet a dead president will make her get naked (Bet!) Talking bout she celibate (hah), till I whip my dick out Now she want to fuck (Huh?), bitch I need dead presidents (Money!) The bitch got mad cause I’m fucking her friend Shawty went through my phone, you don’t find the evidence (Okay!) These bitches ain’t shit She’ll leave that nigga for all these dead presidents My swag on 1 plus 99 (Uh huh!) Started with the mid, graduated to a dime Can’t touch this shit nigga, hammer time I got a trust fund waiting on my grandson Can’t touch this shit, can’t touch this shit nigga What you gon do Quan? (Four four!) Shoot it at his head Bank roll fold like a futon, nigga I ain’t playing Nigga I ain’t change (Nah!), the money did, dumbass (Stupid!) The money ain’t the same, now I’m cutting dumb fast (Yea) Lil shawty got a dumb ass (Ooh) Imma tell that ho to bend that ass over and [Hook]