need that ass on the main
cause we got cash on the main
Ooh, buck around and order more
Ooh, baby, we gon' order more money
Ooh, buck around and order more
Swift, you want this cash,
Got private dances through
I'm off drugs and a bunch of shots
oh, with a bunch of thots
they try to call the cops
Fuck you, I'm livin' life, all good,
Pussy is my favorite vice,
tonight I'ma hit it twice
Comin' home on that bape,
bitch 2 a .m., them city nights, yeah
Oh, fuck around and know them all, man
Oh, baby, we gon' know them all, man
throw a bag, ain't nothin'
On the weatherman, thunderstorm,
Don't want no model, girl
And you on a ballin' girl,
and I'm right here ballin' girl
She know nothin' bout this thug life,
put that bitch on a scooter
Took her straight to the Phantom Blue,
I know just how to do her
but she know how to maneuver
She give me head under water,
Now, Rolls -Royce on deck,
waitress all out of water
I got old money, I can retire with it
Tryna fuck her, check up now,
Got a whole bunch of slayers,
Oh, fuck around and know the more money
Oh, fuck around and know the more
we gon' know the more money
Oh, fuck around and know the more
Had to order some more money,
I hit it like a batter, I make it ride or tatter
I never give her answers,
she dance a fuckin' ass off
She take a fuckin' pass off,
and dance a fuckin' ass off
She let me feel that ass off,
charge it to my black car
She fuck me for that iPhone,
she so tired of that Android
I think her ass got steroids
This dick feel like heroin
Liturgy the Eastman, Lord
But I had to expand, Lord
God, I'm lookin' for some 10, Lord
I got all these bands, boy
These hoes call me Bamboy BZF,
Stayin' pussin' out of the tabloids
And used to think I was the bad boy
Drop that coupon at Lloyd's
Just all this homo cash, boy
Just all this homo cash, boy
Oh, fuck around and know them all, man
Oh, fuck around and know them all
Oh, baby, we gon' know them all, man
Oh, fuck around and know them all
All the time, I'll catch one
Young Moolaf, the 8 -bit you