Porsche Pusher Lyrics

Ain't nothing on my mind but money

Me and my friends, we all love money

And I think these dollar signs they love me

Cause these God damn dollar signs keep coming

My bitch is a Porsche pusher

Man your bitch broke

She got good taste

She got good throat

She got Louis V

And Manolo

Fine in real life, and in photos

She a good girl, not a hoe though

She on ten toes, she on go mode

I attack that ass

I'ma smack that ass

I'ma get it red

Just like Elmo

Ha ha ha ha

Laughing to the bank, lil bitch

Black CG with the Louis

I'm looking like a bank, lil bitch

Tired of the Keisha

I ain't smoking on weed

I ain't smelling no dank, lil bitch

Probably Tom Ford

Mixed with Dior

While I'm just swerving through lanes, lil bitch

I like the way that you do me

Swear to God life is movie

That pussy enticing

Feel like Tyson

Beat it up right

She gon suck it like Dyson

Run around drunk till we're up like Bryson

Class I flunked but in life I won

Body on ten and the head go dumb

Ain't nothing on my mind but money

Me and my friends, we all love money

And I think these dollar signs they love me

Cause these God damn dollar signs keep coming

Woke up today on some fuck the world shit

Then I doubled my money

And my doubled my bitches

Two white hoes

No red light district

Two thick hoes

They do my dishes

I'm in the studio, I let em listen

She like, damn

July, you different

I told the bitch

The only time that I miss

Is when my bitch on an island

But shit I'll just fly to the island

We swerving

Sliding, riding

Fucking and thriving

I'm drinking, she driving

Baby you tan on the beach

Then you gon be the hottest

Baby, tell me I'm lying

Ain't nothing on my mind but money

Me and my friends, we all love money

And I think these dollar signs they love me

Cause these God damn dollar signs keep coming