J Star
J Star - Pick Up songtekst
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Yeah, yeah, yeah Good money, yeah Hook: Money in the air, til the pussy hit the floor We just ordered twenty bottles, about to order twenty more Try to pick up, pick up Don’t tell em who your daddy! Try to pick up, pick up Don’t tell em who your daddy! I’m just about to go roly before I came out here in the stove About to throw a low.. So she can go and get on! Try to pick up, pick up Don’t tell em who your daddy! Try to pick up, pick up Don’t tell em who your daddy! That pussy like a house.. Ten thousand in deposit When I throw them dollars up, she gonna need a fucking mop When I throw them dollars up, watch it swing as I was.. Here’s a movie, here’s a ticket, and I saw them working pop! See that pussy like a ... And I’m breaking in those drawers All these ice on my wrist, I know you’re thirsty, what you drink? Girl, that ass is a boat, watching Titanic sink Put that pussy on my plate, thirty dishes in the sink Make it.. On your face, all ass, no waist! I like that pussy kept tight, like… I don’t say no bitch, you niggas put ‘em in the seif! I only buy mad shots, can I fly ‘em from Atlanta? I got your woman in my pen, I mean that pussy mean some more Left my …and a pair of ice skates See me in my s*** house shoes, I do this for a living, huh! Hook: Money in the air, til the pussy hit the floor We just ordered twenty bottles, about to order twenty more Try to pick up, pick up Don’t tell em who your daddy! Try to pick up, pick up Don’t tell em who your daddy! I’m just about to go roly before I came out here in the stove About to throw a low.. So she can go and get on! Try to pick up, pick up Don’t tell em who your daddy! Try to pick up, pick up Don’t tell em who your daddy! Fuck these niggas’ feelings, bring the money in a wheelchair Drop it to the floor like it’s… Now drop it to the floor like you spilled it out your cup Now drop it to the floor, bust that ass, don’t wipe it out About presidential rolly, but I named it… Obama Now shake it, shake it like your… extension When I’ll break your ass up, you gonna need the paramedics Tell them sweet pussy niggas fly again with diabetics Why you sell my speakers, but my bitch thinking, yes Lord! …piece around my neck, cost thirty racks, yes Lord! Lambroghini ass, I see that… in the front Keep my bitches in a box, so ready acting the way they do Cruising through the city and I’m fresher than a soap Cruising through the city and I’m fresher than a soap Got paper in the street like I’m out here in the flier I just keep strapping your bitch, string a bell, a wire, huh! Hook: Money in the air, til the pussy hit the floor We just ordered twenty bottles, about to order twenty more Try to pick up, pick up Don’t tell em who your daddy! Try to pick up, pick up Don’t tell em who your daddy! I’m just about to go roly before I came out here in the stove About to throw a low.. So she can go and get on! Try to pick up, pick up Don’t tell em who your daddy! Try to pick up, pick up Don’t tell em who your daddy!