That's Right (feat. Ty Dolla Sign)
I got a bad brown skin from Atlanta
And she a private dancer
Said she makin' 'least 4k a night
I told 'er get yo money, that's right
That's right, that's right
Girl, get yo money, that's right
We don't want her if she's broke, no
Fuckin' all night, yeah, that's right
Rap now, but I used to push coke
Thick cost more than yo car note
I could pull a hoe without a rope
Without a penny in my pocket
Even if a nigga broke
Bitch, I go the hardest
Babe away, got the mouth piece of a con artist
Yeah, I can talk my way into anything
I can talk my way into the White House
And get kicked out fo' smokin' weed
That's nigga shit 201
See that bitch right there?
She thicker than my otha one
Cheecky chee-cheecky, her body smack it
She see me, she think I'm rappin' on traffic
Uh! But I don't pay for coochie, coochie pay for me
In the VIP, Dolla Sign, 40 and 3
Smokin' Larry OG, hella costa, twisted and tipsy
Don't talk to me bruh on whiskey, been chiefin' with all my hippies
I got a bad brown skin from Atlanta
And she a private dancer
Said she makin' 'least 4k a night
I told 'er get yo money, that's right
That's right, that's right
Girl, get yo money, that's right
We don't want her if she's broke, no
Fuckin' all night, yeah, that's right
Do yo dance, do yo dance
While I pop these rubber bands
It's only ballers in my section
After the club, we sexin'
Aye, she got ass like that Niqua
And she like girls like Latifah
Took her to the bay, told 'er smoke sum'
A nigga eat 4D, told me don't cuff 'er
Don't cuff 'er, nigga woah woah
Call that bitch Christmas, ho ho
Neva chose, a nigga nor a bitch
A nigga I'd die fo' eva snitch
Down in sum' Taylor and a push
I be bangin', two fingers in the pussy
She wanna fuck me in my van with my hoodie
But first she gotta be fucked by a bully
Bitch!
I got a bad brown skin from Atlanta
And she a private dancer
Said she makin' 'least 4k a night
I told 'er get yo money, that's right
That's right, that's right
Girl, get yo money, that's right
We don't want her if she's broke, no
Fuckin' all night, yeah, that's right
And she a private dancer
Said she makin' 'least 4k a night
I told 'er get yo money, that's right
That's right, that's right
Girl, get yo money, that's right
We don't want her if she's broke, no
Fuckin' all night, yeah, that's right
Rap now, but I used to push coke
Thick cost more than yo car note
I could pull a hoe without a rope
Without a penny in my pocket
Even if a nigga broke
Bitch, I go the hardest
Babe away, got the mouth piece of a con artist
Yeah, I can talk my way into anything
I can talk my way into the White House
And get kicked out fo' smokin' weed
That's nigga shit 201
See that bitch right there?
She thicker than my otha one
Cheecky chee-cheecky, her body smack it
She see me, she think I'm rappin' on traffic
Uh! But I don't pay for coochie, coochie pay for me
In the VIP, Dolla Sign, 40 and 3
Smokin' Larry OG, hella costa, twisted and tipsy
Don't talk to me bruh on whiskey, been chiefin' with all my hippies
I got a bad brown skin from Atlanta
And she a private dancer
Said she makin' 'least 4k a night
I told 'er get yo money, that's right
That's right, that's right
Girl, get yo money, that's right
We don't want her if she's broke, no
Fuckin' all night, yeah, that's right
Do yo dance, do yo dance
While I pop these rubber bands
It's only ballers in my section
After the club, we sexin'
Aye, she got ass like that Niqua
And she like girls like Latifah
Took her to the bay, told 'er smoke sum'
A nigga eat 4D, told me don't cuff 'er
Don't cuff 'er, nigga woah woah
Call that bitch Christmas, ho ho
Neva chose, a nigga nor a bitch
A nigga I'd die fo' eva snitch
Down in sum' Taylor and a push
I be bangin', two fingers in the pussy
She wanna fuck me in my van with my hoodie
But first she gotta be fucked by a bully
Bitch!
I got a bad brown skin from Atlanta
And she a private dancer
Said she makin' 'least 4k a night
I told 'er get yo money, that's right
That's right, that's right
Girl, get yo money, that's right
We don't want her if she's broke, no
Fuckin' all night, yeah, that's right
Credits
Writer(s): La Marquis Jefferson, Jonathan H. Smith, Balewa M. Muhammad, Ciara Princess Harris, Craig D. Love, Jasper Tremaine Cameron
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Other Album Tracks
- It's the First (feat. Cousin Fik & Turf Talk)
- That's Right (feat. Ty Dolla Sign)
- Bass Rocks
- Sellin Dope Ain't Fun (feat. Mack 10)
- Real Nigga (feat. Kirko Bangz)
- Quit Hatin
- Heavy in the Game (feat. B-Legit)
- Bout to Pour Up
- Baddest in the Building (feat. DEJ Loaf & Luigi The Singer)
- Sleep (feat. Ludacris & Plies)
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