A$AP ANT, Lil B - High Definition 3D lyrics
[A$AP ANT, Lil B - High Definition 3D lyrics]
(This motherfuckin' Gyft from Potent, yeah)
(No handouts, only gifts)
I'm like Michael, you like Tito uh, yeah
Uh, yeah yeah, yeah
I'm like Michael, you like Tito
I get pussy like a free throw
I get cheese like a Cheeto
You love that girl, she with me though
By the water, palm trees
I got codeine plus weed
I got pills, what you need? LSD, she horny
Ain't 'bout no money, don't call me
Gallery jeans fit on me
Look at my clothes, Italy
Adopted kids, y'all sons to me
She chill with me, don't wanna leave
Like I'm Moses, partin' seas
I'm that nigga, pardon me
Flip, come back, frisbee
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Back bender, rack spender
Shakin' her ass in the winter
Cashin' out on all these bitches
It's my life, it's my business
Based God, you can fuck my bitches
(Swag, swag, ooh, okay) for real
I got so many hoes in the field (Swag)
Poppin' rubber bands
I ain't poppin' no pills
Marino Infantry, that's a real big deal
East coast, west coast, cliqued up for real
Thank you, Based God
Please tell me how you feel
Might wipe your nose if it get too real
I'ma buy pussy whenever I feel
I'm so sick, ew
I might slime his ass for real
Your bitch suck my dick, ew
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Now, I see you got yourself a
Little business going on, that's good
That's good you make that paper
And when you making paper
You gotta learn some rules to go with it
You gotta learn the difference
Between guns and butter cuz
There are two type of niggas in this world
The niggas with guns and niggas with butter
Now, what are the guns?
The guns, that's the real estate
The stocks and bonds artwork, you know
Shit that appreciates with value
What's the butter? Cars, clothes, jewelry
All that other bullshit that don't mean
Shit after you buy it
That's what it's all about, guns and butter
Baby you little dumb motherfuckers
(No handouts, only gifts)
I'm like Michael, you like Tito uh, yeah
Uh, yeah yeah, yeah
I'm like Michael, you like Tito
I get pussy like a free throw
I get cheese like a Cheeto
You love that girl, she with me though
By the water, palm trees
I got codeine plus weed
I got pills, what you need? LSD, she horny
Ain't 'bout no money, don't call me
Gallery jeans fit on me
Look at my clothes, Italy
Adopted kids, y'all sons to me
She chill with me, don't wanna leave
Like I'm Moses, partin' seas
I'm that nigga, pardon me
Flip, come back, frisbee
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Back bender, rack spender
Shakin' her ass in the winter
Cashin' out on all these bitches
It's my life, it's my business
Based God, you can fuck my bitches
(Swag, swag, ooh, okay) for real
I got so many hoes in the field (Swag)
Poppin' rubber bands
I ain't poppin' no pills
Marino Infantry, that's a real big deal
East coast, west coast, cliqued up for real
Thank you, Based God
Please tell me how you feel
Might wipe your nose if it get too real
I'ma buy pussy whenever I feel
I'm so sick, ew
I might slime his ass for real
Your bitch suck my dick, ew
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Oh, oh i gotta get the dough
I gotta get the dough i gotta get the dough
Now, I see you got yourself a
Little business going on, that's good
That's good you make that paper
And when you making paper
You gotta learn some rules to go with it
You gotta learn the difference
Between guns and butter cuz
There are two type of niggas in this world
The niggas with guns and niggas with butter
Now, what are the guns?
The guns, that's the real estate
The stocks and bonds artwork, you know
Shit that appreciates with value
What's the butter? Cars, clothes, jewelry
All that other bullshit that don't mean
Shit after you buy it
That's what it's all about, guns and butter
Baby you little dumb motherfuckers