TOKYO

LXST CXNTURY

Sportin' fresh, guess you got the knocker and the Hilfiger
Say you want my number, nigga, you just another gold digger
Collecting from yo' bitch, or your slut, if you got the nerve
Niggas charging hoes, dem them ones that I'm down to serve

I see you ridin' clean, burnin' rubber in that Chevy thang
Rollin' down Broadway, dicks out the ass mane
Hoes on yo' nuts, ain't getting paid, see your bullshit
Nickle dime bitches step aside cause' plenty I'ma get

Say you wanna fuck a hoe, can you fuck a greedy girl?
Pleading for your money, it ain't funny
Make you lick my girl
Silly suck aside, bustas known that be my first hit
Rubbers for your dick, any color you can take yo' pick

Sportin' fresh, guess you got the knocker and the Hilfiger
Say you want my number, you just another gold digger
Collecting from yo' bitch, or your slut, if you got the nerve
Niggas charging hoes, dem them ones that I'm down to serve

Niggas with the clout, ain't no doubt, you can leave me out
'Cause them numbers to your bank account is what I be about
Bearin' heights, smellin' good, bouta make me fall in love
Sidekick just a phase 'cause that cheese is what I'm thinkin' of



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Writer(s): Carlos Perry, Beresnevich Ivan Nikolaevich, Bari Wagerman Eiseman
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