No Hook
So much money I got so much that I can't even count
I don't know how much money I got all up in my account
Bitch come over here and suck my dick till you tap out
I could go all night bring your friend sit this one out
Need a salary not hourly when I'm up in the booth
She's counting calories, Valerie knows your boy is the truth
But I like Malorie, galleries of nudes up in the coupe
Call the calvary powers be mad at the plug in Peru
She like the way I pull my dick out like bands in my wallet
I'm mackin on her like I'm talking to her at the bar and
She wanna come with me and spend the night til morning
Call her ass an uber, never hit her back again
I'm a good guy, I shoot straight like arrow
I'm a hooper, don't hit 3's like Tyler Herro
They want to get to bonin' just like some marrow
When I'm in that Sphinx wrapped up like a Pharoah
Like a pharaoh, I got that gold on my shit
You ain't ready for this money yeah you little bitch
If you wanna get with me you better be rich
Jump inside my sarcophagus take a little sniff
Hey Tonka I'm on top of this
She on top me and she's topping this dick
Too big, swear to God you ain't cropping this bitch
Vibin' in this bitch Vibin' in this bitch
Vibin in this bitch yeah I got a lot of this
Got a big bag and some big tits on my dick yeah let's talk about it
You don't even know what to do with this shit
Gin mixed with juice and some lime boy lets get lit
Making waves I got time, Tanqueray and some lime
Made a way I got rhymes, Don't like eighths I need dimes
Don't like nines I need tens, Oh there we go again
Oh go and tell your friends, Po went and bought a benz
Went and bought a benz, yeah we did that again
Call a couple of your bitches, tell them to call they friends
All the bitches love me because my money's long
Got a couple girls stayin' here walkin' round only thongs
Wrist Ice, just like Alaska, Your opinion baby girl I didn't ask ya
Bidding sinning, look at that ass bruh
Winning grinning, booked me a class, yuh
Book me a class first class every day
She used to sit in coach but now we on the private, aye
G6 G6 hit the prefix
Call me Mr Mr Mr Tonka yeah that's me shit
Shit is easy like 1, 2, 3
I'm in the ass she is singing, like Do Re Mi
Shit is simple, like ABC, them ass dimples, it's a sight to see
Thas a sight to see call me the optometrist
If you take a look in my eyes ill give you something bitch
I'll take you places that you never been
Fuck you on the G6 then we'll do it again, bitch
Yeah she flopping in the plane couldn't fuck her anymore
Yeah we droppin bars like Xanax on the fucking floor
My team popping, go ahead and checking the fucking score
And I'm stopping all my motherfucking haters at the door
At the door I'm fucking stopping you because you can't get in
Unless you bring a couple hot girls and her friends, yuh
Only sexy bitches at this party til the end
Yuh bring me sexy bitches and ill let your ass get in
I'm so romantic, almost starred in the Notebook
Ooh, I can't stand it, I'll dunk on you like Westbrook
Unclaimed clout in the game so me and bro took
Shitty fisherman, bitch, we got No Hook
I don't know how much money I got all up in my account
Bitch come over here and suck my dick till you tap out
I could go all night bring your friend sit this one out
Need a salary not hourly when I'm up in the booth
She's counting calories, Valerie knows your boy is the truth
But I like Malorie, galleries of nudes up in the coupe
Call the calvary powers be mad at the plug in Peru
She like the way I pull my dick out like bands in my wallet
I'm mackin on her like I'm talking to her at the bar and
She wanna come with me and spend the night til morning
Call her ass an uber, never hit her back again
I'm a good guy, I shoot straight like arrow
I'm a hooper, don't hit 3's like Tyler Herro
They want to get to bonin' just like some marrow
When I'm in that Sphinx wrapped up like a Pharoah
Like a pharaoh, I got that gold on my shit
You ain't ready for this money yeah you little bitch
If you wanna get with me you better be rich
Jump inside my sarcophagus take a little sniff
Hey Tonka I'm on top of this
She on top me and she's topping this dick
Too big, swear to God you ain't cropping this bitch
Vibin' in this bitch Vibin' in this bitch
Vibin in this bitch yeah I got a lot of this
Got a big bag and some big tits on my dick yeah let's talk about it
You don't even know what to do with this shit
Gin mixed with juice and some lime boy lets get lit
Making waves I got time, Tanqueray and some lime
Made a way I got rhymes, Don't like eighths I need dimes
Don't like nines I need tens, Oh there we go again
Oh go and tell your friends, Po went and bought a benz
Went and bought a benz, yeah we did that again
Call a couple of your bitches, tell them to call they friends
All the bitches love me because my money's long
Got a couple girls stayin' here walkin' round only thongs
Wrist Ice, just like Alaska, Your opinion baby girl I didn't ask ya
Bidding sinning, look at that ass bruh
Winning grinning, booked me a class, yuh
Book me a class first class every day
She used to sit in coach but now we on the private, aye
G6 G6 hit the prefix
Call me Mr Mr Mr Tonka yeah that's me shit
Shit is easy like 1, 2, 3
I'm in the ass she is singing, like Do Re Mi
Shit is simple, like ABC, them ass dimples, it's a sight to see
Thas a sight to see call me the optometrist
If you take a look in my eyes ill give you something bitch
I'll take you places that you never been
Fuck you on the G6 then we'll do it again, bitch
Yeah she flopping in the plane couldn't fuck her anymore
Yeah we droppin bars like Xanax on the fucking floor
My team popping, go ahead and checking the fucking score
And I'm stopping all my motherfucking haters at the door
At the door I'm fucking stopping you because you can't get in
Unless you bring a couple hot girls and her friends, yuh
Only sexy bitches at this party til the end
Yuh bring me sexy bitches and ill let your ass get in
I'm so romantic, almost starred in the Notebook
Ooh, I can't stand it, I'll dunk on you like Westbrook
Unclaimed clout in the game so me and bro took
Shitty fisherman, bitch, we got No Hook
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Writer(s): Tim Morrisette
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