Money Cat

Bands, racks, man, fuck that/ I get pussy broke, in the scope, I get your baby: run that/ Charm disarm, get her all up on my arm/ Be tellin' me my tongue fulla filth and flarhm/ She put a tickle on my pickle, wanna tug on my yarn/ Watch her get a little nimble, start singing me a song/

Lookin' for a tip, I tell her "easy on the makeup."/ She thinks cause I'm a Crocker, that she's about to cake up/ I tell her, it's us, before my bread will break up/ Click them heels Dorothy, bout time that you wake up/

Benjamins? Nada; Grants? Holla; Jacksons? Wander. Lincolns follow/ Penny pinchin', henny sippin', bet I swiped the bottle/ I see you thirsty bitches, gon get a glass of agua/

Tell my money kitty that my Camels run a 5 spot/ Keep her on the iLok, later hit her with the cyclops/ Scheme up on her cabbage, put it into my pot/ I'll holler pretty lady, I exhausted all your time clock/