Jae Millz, Lil Wayne - Buy This Buy That lyrics

Yo yooo, Millz in this bitch
And he say fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes
Get money, fuck them hoes

What I’m ’bout? I’m ’bout money
That Young Money, that Cash Money that
Clean money, that dirty money
That legit money and that bad money i got
Hood bitches, got boojy bitches
Got swap meat and Gucci bitches got
Ratchet bitches, got classy bitches
Got field taken, always happy bitches
We on one, so I’m laughing nigga
Delete that, laughing at you nigga use
Coyntha, I’m nasty nigga
Except my skin a little blacker nigga
Crew of the year, the trophy remain home
Y’all Must Have Forgot, Roy Jones bad bitch
In my bed, her man home
He ’bout to take the kids to the park
She ’bout to take the dick to the dome
Hold up… swisher full of girl scout cookies

Fuck around with the fuck arounds
Choose up or down, where you wanna go?

Heaven or Hell, what’s goody? Talk to me

Buy this, buy that, but never buy no pussy
Never bite another nigga style
Rather bite a bullet
Ain’t affiliated with fuck-niggas
My bitch Nina, she fuck niggas
Check the score, we up nigga
Treat my dick like a tongue twister

Tunechi in this motherfucker
I’m paid like a motherfucker
Give her head like a concussion, upside down
Her blood rushing
I’m homeless, bum rush em, fuck you nigga
That’s your fault yeah I set the bar high
Tell them niggas pole vault
Uh, I don’t need light, my bitch light enough
Real animal, these niggas stuffed
These niggas pussies, tell em tighten up
Street sweeper, make a nigga bite the dust
Keep that millimeter
Got an AK with a Chiquita
Bullet holes wide as receivers
Leave them pussies dry as the cleaners, haha
Watch me take off on that good
You keep talkin’ that shit
I’ll build a skate park in your hood tunechi

Buy this, buy that, but never buy no pussy
Never bite another nigga style
Rather bite a bullet
Ain’t affiliated with fuck-niggas
My bitch Nina, she fuck niggas
Check the score, we up nigga
At the top it’s just us nigga

YM, CM, I be that, word to Redman
I got no respect for these
Bitch niggas, all depths, left hand
My blunt big as a elephant
Am I foreigner? You can tell I am
My cards out and my eyes Chinese
And my bitch Latin American
Ask Birdman, I’m a Big Tymer, Rich Gang
All my shit designer
New check, new Coupe, my roof disappear
Call it Harold Miner
Tell the DJ let my haters
Know I’m in the building
Smoking on that medicated
This that Montel Williams
No talk show, I squash beef, no talk though
Auto 44
Angelina Jo’, long nose, two hoes, one me
That’s a great sandwich, guess lunch was free
Your boys soft and y’all come to me
And my team in the league comfortably oww

Buy this, buy that, but never buy no pussy
Never bite another nigga style
Rather bite a bullet
Ain’t affiliated with fuck-niggas
My bitch Nina, she fuck niggas
(Check the score, we up nigga)
(At the top it’s just us nigga)