Go Lyrics

Money in my pocket, bitches on the pole,
The more she make it clap, the more she make me throw,
I've got enough money on me to make a bitch go,
I got enough money on me to make a bitch go.

Clap, clap, clap, clap,
Clap, clap, I make a bitch clap.
Clap, clap, clap, clap,
Clap, clap, I make a bitch clap.

Thick bitch, thick bitch, acting like a hoe,
Imma throw a lot of money while she rape the pole.
It ain't tricking, it ain't tricking if you got it, nigger,
Big breaths and they lay up in my pocket, nigger.
I guap it, nigger, she know this so she poppin, nigger,
I'm not a nigger, she knows that 'cause my pockets bigger.
Now I'm a sucker for some ass and some titties,
I blew up big kush, nigger, we don't do skipping,
Niggers talking about bitches, bitches got plenty,
I'm not of talking me me, I just fuck 'em and I see me.
I don't taste bitches, bitch, I'm in a taste of bitches,
I'm in a pimping home, bitches please don't tip me now.
Bitch shake that ass, I told her running like a devil
And she blew me like a bank and then I lick it like a damn stand.
Make that ass clap, run it like a damn lap,
Rolling like a bank and then I lick it like a damn stand.

Money in my pocket, bitches on the pole,
The more she make it clap, the more she make me throw,
I've got enough money on me to make a bitch go,
I got enough money on me to make a bitch go.

Clap, clap, clap, clap,
Clap, clap, I make a bitch clap.
Clap, clap, clap, clap,
Clap, clap, I make a bitch clap.

Okay, she doin it and doing it and doing it well,
She dropping it low, picking it up, making it roll downhill.
She got a lot of ass, ass, ass, ass back there
When she throwing it imma catch the pass right there.
I'm a ratchet boy, bitch, I'm scraper,
A nigger that show bitch, bet I take her,
So give me fucking and breaking, passing and we trash 'em,
We don't love 'em, we don't keep 'em, you can have 'em.
Yeah, imma get this money burb, you can worry about no herb,
Shadows to the Cali swags DNG brothers, fuck a nigger, no homo.
F gang in ink, though, bitch.
Then the others got the street hard and they blow me like the beatbox
Get the wings, smoke the kush, get them off, fucking de-tox.
Bitch, I'm hard in a tree-top, I'm all about this money,
You can make it rain, make it rain, gummies.

Money in my pocket, bitches on the pole,
The more she make it clap, the more she make me throw,
I've got enough money on me to make a bitch go,
I got enough money on me to make a bitch go.

Clap, clap, clap, clap,
Clap, clap, I make a bitch clap.
Clap, clap, clap, clap,
Clap, clap, I make a bitch clap.

Make it clap, make it clap, bitch, throw that back,
Imma throw a couple hundreds while you making a slack,
Little momma got skilz and a nigger can't ignore it,
So I turn the club into a rainforest.
Got a name, bitch and a sign line,
When I'm with one other call me five times.
Hit the black, now I'm getting back the primetime,
It's money over bitches, nigger, that's a fine line.
Got grape switches, stuffing cigarellas,
Rock the beat, nigger, I run an acappella.
Now that I'm old all these bitches think they know me
'cause my lyrics sweet life, know Zack and Cody.
Call it brain struck, told her meet me at the club,
Bring the sound back, I'm about to make it flood.
Call it brain struck, told her meet me at the club,
Bring the sound back, I'm about to make it flood.

Money in my pocket, bitches on the pole,
The more she make it clap, the more she make me throw,
I've got enough money on me to make a bitch go,
I got enough money on me to make a bitch go.

Clap, clap, clap, clap,
Clap, clap, I make a bitch clap.
Clap, clap, clap, clap,
Clap, clap, I make a bitch clap.

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