Thick Girl Paroles

All I know is counting money, counting commas
I wanna spend it but you gotta show me something
Gotta

Work it, work it
Work it, work it

How you do that there, you got that from your momma
I hope you got no man 'cause I'm not with no drama
I know some bad guys with some backings from the Hondas
That shit go bang bang, hit the street, it sound like thunder
I try to kick it, girl, I'm not your average punner
And when it come to get that, girl, I'm a hunter
I know they mad, they know I'm 'bout to take you under
'Cause girl, you bad, I know you could be Stevie Wonder
We keep it one hundred

Hey, she gonna do it for the dollar, she gonna do it for the vine
Lost my head and I lost my mind
'Cause you moving that ass like you got no spine Ah, shit, here I come, hit her from the back, make her run
See through on the track, that's no pun
I done made the beat, hit me on the drums
Give me all the sun, you would not lose
I won't leave on the rap but I got two
2080 Gang, still the same shit, we want you, that girl that you came with
So grind there

Work it, work it
Work it, work it

You's a thick girl, I'mma need your number
I been high all day, all summer
And I'm looking for somebody like you
Bend it over, you's a bad momma jumma
Girl, I think I gave you love upon your Tumblr
I'm the president see through like Obama
All I know is counting money, counting commas
I wanna spend it but you gotta show me something
You gotta