Cheetah Print

Ayee
Ohh
She got that cheetah print
She trying run from me
She told me boy you stupid
I don't talk dummy
She trying wrap me up
I am not the mummy
Its time to fill her up
I put it in her tummy
She got that cheetah print
She trying run from me
She told me boy you stupid
I don't talk dummy
She trying wrap me up
I am not the mummy
It's time to fill her up
I put it in her tummy

She looking real good
I know she real hood
Let me put my hands on it
See if it feel good
Don't try to run from me
Just throw that thing back
Look ma no hands
Make that thang clap
My eyes real low
We joke we smoke
I know you know
So what you playing for
Seems to make sense
But it don't make dollars
If it ain't about the money
Would you even let me holler
I been this way
You can ask my father
Ask my sister
Ask my momma
All about the money
I'm just trying count some commas
If you know about me
No I don't do the drama
In the belly of the beast
With my feat in the sand
Thought I couldn't do it
Let me show you that I can
Run it up
Run it Up
Bank roll bands
Run it up
Run it up
Bank roll again
Looking at me funny
Like you don't know who I am
In case you didn't know
I'm the man with the plan and

She got that cheetah print
She trying run from me
She told me boy you stupid
I don't talk dummy
She trying wrap me up
I am not the mummy
It's time to fill her up
I put it in her tummy
She got that cheetah print
She trying run from me
She told me boy you stupid
I don't talk dummy
She trying wrap me up
I am not the mummy
It's time to fill her up
I put it in her tummy



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Christian Gibbs
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