Straight

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Pre-Hook I put you on the PCH, in a two-seater On God Walking 'round a mansion in a white beater No job Reaching that Chanel bag pull out the heater I'ma make your life a hundred times sweeter 'Cause I'ma get you Hook Straight, in line Straight, big time Straight, in line Baby, I'ma get you Straight, in line Straight, big time Straight, in line Baby, I'ma get you Verse 1 Straight up and down Straight as a bar Straight as a bar, huh Stunt on these bitches, flex on these whores Flex on these whores, woo You just say less and I give you more Got what you want Back the the truck up to the mall, comin' out with a star What the fuck a bitch gon' do When she see the diamonds on you Hate, hate, hate, hate Fake, fake, fake, fake What the fuck your man gon' do When he see my hands on you 'Cause boy lemme tell you sum'n I done came all in that belly button You know So you can't tell me nothin' Nah You can't tell me shit You can't tell me shit I got more money I got the bread So I got your bitch Boy give me that She money hungry Open that mouth And I feed her dick Oh yeah And she say she love me And she keep me rich Pre-Hook I put her you the PCH, in a two-seater On God Walking 'round a mansion in a white beater No job Reaching that Chanel bag pull out the heater I'ma make your life a hundred times sweeter 'Cause I'ma get you Hook Straight, in line Straight, big time Straight, in line Baby, I'ma get you Straight, in line Straight, big time Straight, in line Baby, I'ma get you Verse 2 Straight out Prozano bitch lay it down All on the ground Ay, where do you think your bitch go when she go outta town She comin' around If I tell her I'm ready, she ready She comin' right now She know she hot as fuck She know she know how to fuck And I screaming how the fuck your bitch gon' feel When I make her take all these pills Great, great, great, great Shake, shake, shake, shake How the fuck your man gon' live When we done fucked all in his crib 'Cause boy lemme get this straight I don' came all on your pillow case You know So you can't tell me nothin' Nah You can't tell me shit You can't tell me shit I got more money I got the bread So I got your bitch Boy give me that She money hungry Open that mouth And I feed her dick Oh yeah And she say she love me And she keep me rich Pre-Hook I put you on the PCH, in a two-seater On God Walking 'round a mansion in a white beater No job Reaching that Chanel bag pull out the heater I'ma make your life a hundred times sweeter 'Cause I'ma get you Hook Straight, in line Straight, big time Straight, in line Baby, I'ma get you Straight, in line Straight, big time Straight, in line Baby, I'ma get you