Gold Skin

Tattoos on her gold skin
Backing up her lower end
All that ass got me throwing Ben
Franklin there he go again
There he go again
Damn girl you going in
Love, love watching you perform
Back stroking in the money on the floor
Look up watch it rain down hundreds
Rain down hundreds
Rain down hundreds
Down, down, down, down

You the shit
You, you the shit
Yeah
Fuck these hoes you the bitch
Got me fucking up commas like I got bad grammar
She wanna lay up but I think Ima slam her
Slap ass like its backboard I NBA Jam her
And I aint tryna wait for it
So maybe I'll, maybe I'll pay for it
Slide in that pussy like skateboard, uh
I'm talking XXX games
I think thats an even exchange
Baby let me explain
Maybe I'm in love with the

Tattoos on ya gold skin
Or the way you be Backing up ya lower end
All that ass got me throwing Ben
Franklin there he go again
There he go again
Damn you going in

Girl you thick as Actavis
And I can tell you been practicing
Fuck it throw it backwards then
I'm about to slap it with a stack a tens
Thinking maybe we should cut this
Club shit short like an acronym
Molly we took half of them
Now we faded like a gradient
Them cheeks clapping like the
Superbowl stadium

Had to tell her
You the shit
You, you the shit
Yeah
Fuck these hoes you the bitch

Enough foolishness
Staring at that gluteus
Thinking bout all the things that I would
Do to it
Tip tipping you got me running through this shit
But I aint even tripping Im just
Thanking God you exist

Tattoos on her gold skin
Backing up her lower end
All that ass got me throwing Ben
Franklin there he go again
There he go again
Damn you going in
Fuck it run em all
Love, love watching you perform
Back stroking in the money on the floor
Look up watch it rain down hundreds
Rain down hundreds
Rain down hundreds
Down, down, down, down



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Writer(s): Job Harper
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