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"