I Don't Know No Algebra (feat. Baby Bash, B-Legit)

I Don't Know No Algebra
But I Know How To Get Dough Outta Her
Outta Her
Outta Her
But I Know How To Get Dough Outta Her
I Don't Know No Algebra
But I Know How To Get Dough Outta Her
Outta Her
Outta Her
But I Know How To Get Dough Outta Her

You know my kicks is clean but knuckles dirty
I still sell sacks 2 for 30
I keep a side bitch a regular cat would wifey
Walk into the club the whole crowd get hyphy
I shouldn't even be out I should be home
In my bed counting bread getting some dome
But since I'm out I'm a go gorilla
And order all of it without no Skrilla
I got some money but just not wit' me
So all this shit I'm buying you go have to get me
I need some goose and a thang of 'Tron
And whatever my potnas is drankin' brang it on
We getting lit and that's fa' sho'
So here's a toast to me keeping it all on the hoe
I puts it down no if ands or maybe
Everythang gon' be all on baby

I Don't Know No Algebra
But I Know How To Get Dough Outta Her
Outta Her
Outta Her
But I Know How To Get Dough Outta Her
I Don't Know No Algebra
But I Know How To Get Dough Outta Her
Outta Her
Outta Her
But I Know How To Get Dough Outta Her

No Algebra, no calculus
But I bet I beat the money up out the bitch
Because it's AOB yeah All On Babby
When you break bread with me girl don't come shabby
I'm sitting' shotgun Hoe, Bitch I don't drive
If you scared to catch a case jump out the ride
I go Chris Brown, straight Ike Turner
On a punk rock bitch if she ain't no earner
And if you ever catch the flu you gon' feel the blues
If she ain't buying shit she gon' feel some shoes
She might feel a backhand or a cobra clutch
I bought a house in Mendota when I sold the Hutch
She rode the bus, I flew first class
I made a half a ticket up out that ass
She a Greyhound rider and she don't talk back
She fucked 12 Hindus and bought me this Lac

I Don't Know No Algebra
But I Know How To Get Dough Outta Her
Outta Her
Outta Her
But I Know How To Get Dough Outta Her
I Don't Know No Algebra
But I Know How To Get Dough Outta Her
Outta Her
Outta Her
But I Know How To Get Dough Outta Her

I'm knowing how to get dough outta her
Flip a brand new '14 Challenger
I challenge her to match my worth
I got Louis on my feet they ain't 'spos to hurt
Look baby, I know what you want
You can call me in the morning come and hit this blunt
We can go do lunch and maybe crunch some numbers
If it all go good then you'll be on this Summer
Couldn't help but wonder, say B like that?
And what it's gon' take to get some bread like that?
Get some head like that I said bitch get back
I'm gon' run down the facts when you give me that trap
I'm a Mac, wit' a black & Filipino
From LA to Frisco & back to Reno
And we know, puss makes the world go round
That's why I give em' homework when they first touchdown

I Don't Know No Algebra
But I Know How To Get Dough Outta Her
Outta Her
Outta Her
But I Know How To Get Dough Outta Her
I Don't Know No Algebra
But I Know How To Get Dough Outta Her
Outta Her
Outta Her
But I Know How To Get Dough Outta Her