Mr. Lyrics

They should call me Mr. Michael Jackson

Billy in my jeans

Mr. Pull the move on a bitch, I need all my cheese

Finna slide Rov with the Range, brother SRT

Niggas said it's money on the flo, then I'm Mr. Clean

Ion give a fuck about no nigga, bitch it's only me

Yeah I got designer on my ass, Purple on my jeans

They been tryna tell me that they love me, I'm like nigga please

If you ain't tryna put it in my hand, then bitch you can leave

Started from the bottom, now I got the bitch on top of me

Wanna be my bitch I told her ion do monogamy

Imma beat that road until i'm rich, ain't no probably

If you ain't tryna put no shit in motion, why you callin' me?

Why these niggas always on my dick?

Tell em hop off

I can tell she playin' with her nose she got lock jaw

She gon' lemme paint it on her face, feel like Bob Ross

After that you gotta go cuz ion do relations

I can't stand a dumb bitch

Why you acting brainless?

I can't stand a broke hoe, you ain't bout a payment

Ion gotta cape why you acting like I'm finna save you?

She gon' choose me over you cuz she think I'm famous

They said it's time to double up

I said it's time again?

They tried to play me like I'm dumb

Bitch try again

I'm gon' always chase a bag I feel like an athlete

Bitch, don't tell me that you love me if you ain't finna tat me

They should call me Mr. Michael Jackson

Billy in my jeans

Mr. Pull the move on a bitch, I need all my cheese

Finna slide Rov with the Range, brother SRT

Niggas said it's money on the flo, then I'm Mr. Clean

Ion give a fuck about no nigga, bitch it's only me

Yeah I got designer on my ass, Purple on my jeans

They been tryna tell me that they love me, I'm like nigga please

If you ain't tryna put it in my hand, then bitch you can leave

They should call me Mr. Michael Jackson

Billy in my jeans

Mr. Pull the move on a bitch, I need all my cheese

Finna slide Rov with the Range, brother SRT

Niggas said it's money on the flo, then I'm Mr. Clean

Ion give a fuck about no nigga, bitch it's only me

Yeah I got designer on my ass, Purple on my jeans

They been tryna tell me that they love me, I'm like nigga please

If you ain't tryna put it in my hand, then bitch you can leave