Lyrics
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Intro: Summer Walker
I need some money, nigga
The fuck I'ma do with two hundred?
What's not clickin', Steven?
Cash App me right now
Hurry up
Verse: Summer Walker & Ja'niyah
I need twenties, fifties, hundreds, bills
Me steppin' out my Benz in my Louboutin heels
Take me to Ruth Chris, I like a full-course meal
And you know I ain't gon' pay, dumb-ass nigga, you know the drill
Stupid, ahh
And I ain't never had to pay and my rent ain't never been late
Bitch, why? 'Cause you know my titties and my ass is fake, ho
He say he love me, he want me, but I just want his money
His money, I spend it, his car, I whip it
My diamonds, they drippin', these bitches real mad
Why? 'Cause I'm drivin' foreign I just pulled up in a Jag
Toes white (White), you know this pussy tight (Clean)
I fuck with scammin'-ass niggas who did ten years to life
Her sugar daddy eighty-five, so you know he 'bout to die
But it's okay, sis
'Cause I swiped his card last night
Outro: Summer Walker
Anyway, I'm pregnant
And the baby is yours
'Cause pregnant pussy is the best pussy, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Shake that ass in the club, ho, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
You bitches mad, you bitches mad
You can't get no check if you can't get pregnant
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