Letras
Uh-huh, Money Boy's back
Heh, what'd you expect, motherfuckers? I'm here to stay
Playin' in the pool with a bunch of rubber duckies
Your bitch say, hey, yes, you wanna fuckin' suck me
Fuck your sis, yeah, we comin' from Kentucky
Leave you sayin, why'd Money Boy cuck me
Smoke cigarettes, I ain't hit the spliff
Ridin' in a Rari, I ain't takin' a Lyft
That's a paid app, and I'm makin' the trip
Fuck a wage gap, cause she takin' the tip
Take it to the crib, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Ay, you know how it goes
She riding me slow, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Ay, you know how it goes
I'ma take ya ho to the trap house
You know how it goes
Sippin' on the shit till I black out
See how low she goes
I'ma take ya ho to the trap house
You know how it goes
Sippin' on the shit till I black out
See how low she goes
These other rappers soft sound like Post Malone
I'm harder than my dick when I make your bitch moan
I'm harder than the metal and the Grammys in my home
Pass it like I'm Stockton, then I post up Malone
Cause the D goes hard, close out bitches and the pros
Passin' all these Chevys when I coast up the coast
To every girl I meet, you know I love you the most
They try to snap me back, but I always go ghost
Take it to the crib, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Ay, you know how it goes
She riding me slow, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Ay, you know how it goes
I'ma take ya ho to the trap house
You know how it goes
Sippin' on the shit till I black out
See how low she goes
I'ma take ya ho to the trap house
You know how it goes
Sippin' on the shit till I black out
See how low she goes
See how low she goes, bend it over, touch your toes
I don't keep it on the low, you know how it goes
Come here a little shawty, take off all your clothes
See how low she goes