I Like (feat. Juicy J)
I like big money, I rock big ice
Big booty bitches, that's what I like
Ciroc on the ice, bring it with the lights
'Cause that's what I like, I like, I like
Yeah, that's what I like, I like, I like
That's what I like, I like, I like
That's what I like, I like, I like
'Cause that's what I like
That's what I like, yeah, that's what I like
If you look like Beyonce, that's what I pipe
But never no wife, I do these hoes trife
This my bread, you will never get a slice
Big dick bandit, fuck you wanna hand me?
It's enough gold, that pussy smell like salmon
I said I wanna fuck... she said "K"
In one day, I blew 100K
We in Miami, stayin' at the Perry
You always gettin' milked like you stayed at the dairy
I be havin' problems, personal problems
I overdosed on Gucci and Dolce & Gabbana
Got the clip in the K that's a big comma
You ain't gettin' money? I don't have that problem
That pussy wet like pasta, I don't eat lobster
I gave her that dick and told her "hasta manana"
I like big money, I rock big ice
Big booty bitches, that's what I like
Ciroc on the ice, bring it with the lights
'Cause that's what I like, I like, I like
Yeah, that's what I like, I like, I like
That's what I like, I like, I like
That's what I like, I like, I like
'Cause that's what I like
Flex it like an athlete, ain't no neighbors by my home
Get faded like I'm fishin' so you bitches know I'm gone
You know I'm gettin' blown – your girl give me dome
Fucked me on the weekend 'cause she heard me on The Zone
Gucci I got on – Louis I got on
If ain't about no money, then please leave me alone
Hundreds I'm throwin', stupid bitch I'm grown
How you gon' get these bands if your clothes still on?
Lean and Patron, good weed and gin
Pass out, wake up and do it again
Bitch I go in, don't act like you don't know
You say no to turn-up, Juciy J don't
Finessin' them racks... movin' them packs...
Spendin' them bands... makin' 'em back...
Haters gon' hate, that's a guarantee
Be about your money, broke niggas ain't hearin' me
I like big money, I rock big ice
Big booty bitches, that's what I like
Ciroc on the ice, bring it with the lights
'Cause that's what I like, I like, I like
Yeah, that's what I like, I like, I like
That's what I like, I like, I like
That's what I like, I like, I like
'Cause that's what I like
Big booty bitches, that's what I like
Ciroc on the ice, bring it with the lights
'Cause that's what I like, I like, I like
Yeah, that's what I like, I like, I like
That's what I like, I like, I like
That's what I like, I like, I like
'Cause that's what I like
That's what I like, yeah, that's what I like
If you look like Beyonce, that's what I pipe
But never no wife, I do these hoes trife
This my bread, you will never get a slice
Big dick bandit, fuck you wanna hand me?
It's enough gold, that pussy smell like salmon
I said I wanna fuck... she said "K"
In one day, I blew 100K
We in Miami, stayin' at the Perry
You always gettin' milked like you stayed at the dairy
I be havin' problems, personal problems
I overdosed on Gucci and Dolce & Gabbana
Got the clip in the K that's a big comma
You ain't gettin' money? I don't have that problem
That pussy wet like pasta, I don't eat lobster
I gave her that dick and told her "hasta manana"
I like big money, I rock big ice
Big booty bitches, that's what I like
Ciroc on the ice, bring it with the lights
'Cause that's what I like, I like, I like
Yeah, that's what I like, I like, I like
That's what I like, I like, I like
That's what I like, I like, I like
'Cause that's what I like
Flex it like an athlete, ain't no neighbors by my home
Get faded like I'm fishin' so you bitches know I'm gone
You know I'm gettin' blown – your girl give me dome
Fucked me on the weekend 'cause she heard me on The Zone
Gucci I got on – Louis I got on
If ain't about no money, then please leave me alone
Hundreds I'm throwin', stupid bitch I'm grown
How you gon' get these bands if your clothes still on?
Lean and Patron, good weed and gin
Pass out, wake up and do it again
Bitch I go in, don't act like you don't know
You say no to turn-up, Juciy J don't
Finessin' them racks... movin' them packs...
Spendin' them bands... makin' 'em back...
Haters gon' hate, that's a guarantee
Be about your money, broke niggas ain't hearin' me
I like big money, I rock big ice
Big booty bitches, that's what I like
Ciroc on the ice, bring it with the lights
'Cause that's what I like, I like, I like
Yeah, that's what I like, I like, I like
That's what I like, I like, I like
That's what I like, I like, I like
'Cause that's what I like
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy P. Felton, Christopher Brian Bridges, Michael Abram Schultz, Keith Eric James
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