Lil Grmx - RICK JAMES MONEY Lyrics

I don't know why she playing these games
Got money on me Rick James, guard the racks with a carbine 15
And you niggas be hating on player, but you know it's a part of the game
Better go drop some salt on a snail, better go get your heart out of hell
Better go get your dog out of jail and you know he done got him a bail
And you know they done took him up through there, and you know this shit knocking like "who there?"
And you know this car it's a new year and I'm kicking this shit like Kazuya
And I'm hitting this bitch she like "ou, yeah"
I'm putting my thumb in her b-hole, I think this lil bitch is Leo, I think she the one, Neo
Tryna get rid of my freak hoes, I got too many, i'ma cheat code
I gotta stick to the G-code
Count it up, count up a B-roll, but this shit it don't matter to me
Tryna get rid of my ego, you still ain't better than me
Oh, that's your bitch?
Oh, that's your bitch? She still get wetter for me
I'm having mill's on mill's, Bugatti a mill' on wheels
Pop a perc, I can still feel
Trackhawk geeked up, real spill
In the back of the 'Bach crying real tears
I don't know why she playing these games
Got money on me Rick James, guard the racks with a carbine 15
And you niggas be hating on player, but you know it's a part of the game
Better go drop some salt on a snail, better go get your heart out of hell
Better go get your dog out of jail and you know he done got him a bail
And you know they done took him up through there, and you know this shit knocking like "who there?"
And you know this car it's a new year and I'm kicking this shit like Kazuya
And I'm hitting this bitch she like "ou, yeah"