Matte Black

All matte black fit car racer
Bad bitch taker
Bitch I'm in married to the money
I love green paper
All my brothers back, we attack
Ball out like a Laker
If he talking tough, get him cut
I'm not talking taper
Never faker
Car racer
Bad bitch taker
Bitch I'm in married to the money
I love green paper
All my brothers back, we attack
Ball out like a Laker
If he talking tough, get him cut
I'm not talking taper
This that never lack zone
Carrying the game lil bitch
It's hurting up my back bone
I remember all the shit they use to Tell me Back home
Yuh
Lil bitch yea I know you don't like Me
Uh
I get your shorty then dip
Get lit, Together
Fuck around and make her my Wifey
Lip stick on my white tee
I run around city
I keep me a burner, I keep it Beside Me
My wrist lookin hot, and my heart Looking icy
I count up these hunnids, fifties Twenties
My pockets stay green
Like I'm wearing all ivy
None of these bitches excite me
I'm with my brothers
Plus I know your mother
She knows you ain't never goin Fight me
Kill it my
Runnin' roun' the city now we Back Home
Baby I know I don't look attached
I'm just trynna make this money
And work on my craft
Trust me in a little I'll make time For that ass
Runnin' roun' the city now we Back home
Baby I know I don't look attached
I'm just trynna make this money
And work on my craft
Trust me in a little I'll make time For that
All matte black fit car racer
Bad bitch taker
Bitch I'm in married to the money
I love green paper
All my brothers back, we attack
Ball out like a Laker
If he talking tough, get him cut
I'm not talking taper
Never faker
Car racer
Bad bitch taker
Bitch I'm in married to the money
I love green paper
All my brothers back, we attack
Ball out like a Laker
If he talking tough, get him cut
I'm not talking taper
Never faker



Credits
Writer(s): Larry Perez
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