Them Real Hunnids
Ima get that money first ass last
This nigga say he wanna verse cash cash
Hold on let me get them hunnids first gas last
That choppa make a humming sound ask last
That choppa hold a hunnid rounds bacc bacc
Don't ask me bout no drugs wat you talking bout
Couldn't sell dat shit when I was stayin wit my daddy so I did it at my moma house
Them bitches start shaking that ass in club wen I pull them hunnids out yea yea
Them bitches start shaking that ass
They see we got real money
Them niggas know they smell that gas
Them boys got real onions
Aye is it real or is it fake
Yo booty feel funny
She think she love me I know she faking
Cuz it feel funny
Aye it was 3 AM in the morning
She was still cuming
Aye I can't let you spend the night
Bitch you might steal from me
She like wat you mean Big Strap I love you
I wouldn't steal from ya
Gave you all them hunnids in the club
I damn near payed for it
She like so wat you want that bacc
Hell yea slaved for it
Before I ever pay for pussy I'm a wait for it
Ain't built like that ain't raised like that
I just wasn't made for it
An everything you see I own an bitch I paid for it
Ima get that money first ass last
This nigga say he wanna verse cash cash
Hold on let me get them hunnids first gas last
That choppa make a humming sound ask last
That choppa hold a hunnid rounds bacc bacc
Don't ask me bout no drugs wat you talking bout
Couldn't sell dat shit when I was stayin wit my daddy so I did it at my moma house
Them bitches start shaking that ass in club wen I pull them hunnids out yea yea
This nigga say he wanna verse cash cash
Hold on let me get them hunnids first gas last
That choppa make a humming sound ask last
That choppa hold a hunnid rounds bacc bacc
Don't ask me bout no drugs wat you talking bout
Couldn't sell dat shit when I was stayin wit my daddy so I did it at my moma house
Them bitches start shaking that ass in club wen I pull them hunnids out yea yea
Them bitches start shaking that ass
They see we got real money
Them niggas know they smell that gas
Them boys got real onions
Aye is it real or is it fake
Yo booty feel funny
She think she love me I know she faking
Cuz it feel funny
Aye it was 3 AM in the morning
She was still cuming
Aye I can't let you spend the night
Bitch you might steal from me
She like wat you mean Big Strap I love you
I wouldn't steal from ya
Gave you all them hunnids in the club
I damn near payed for it
She like so wat you want that bacc
Hell yea slaved for it
Before I ever pay for pussy I'm a wait for it
Ain't built like that ain't raised like that
I just wasn't made for it
An everything you see I own an bitch I paid for it
Ima get that money first ass last
This nigga say he wanna verse cash cash
Hold on let me get them hunnids first gas last
That choppa make a humming sound ask last
That choppa hold a hunnid rounds bacc bacc
Don't ask me bout no drugs wat you talking bout
Couldn't sell dat shit when I was stayin wit my daddy so I did it at my moma house
Them bitches start shaking that ass in club wen I pull them hunnids out yea yea
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Writer(s): Tra'rodney Hill
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