Pi’erre Bourne - Judge Me lyrics
[Pi’erre Bourne - Judge Me lyrics]
I made a million bucks
That shit wasn't enough, aye
Quicksand in a hut
You don't wanna get stuck, aye
I'ma plead the fifth if you try to judge me
with the racks
Yeah, the money stuck with me
But I can't take it wimme
She wanna fuck, wimme
'Cause I got bucks with me
She see somethin' in me
These niggas act, Emmy
These niggas mad, envy cause my tax complete
And yo bag empty
We got bands in the truck
It's a whole orchestra
You be' talking too much
Runnin' round, tennis stuff
At least Get your facts straight
I just got my cash straight
Hope you down for this shit
I'ma be 'round for my kids
I was down, on my dick
But i'm proud, what I did
They can vouch for this shit
Know I'ma go out the greatest
Denzel, you get debated
Denzel, yeah I'm training
Record, I'll save it my card, I'm paying
GPS to the bankroll i'm en route, we on go
Give her some clout, they want more
She givin' me mouth, yeah, gargle
I'm kissin' her mouth, she swallow
She love my Rocket, like Otto
It's genie in a bottle
America's Next Top Model
Tyra, I got Banks though
Crossover, watch yo' ankles
Go Rollie on, no shackles
These niggas still cap, like tassels
Open your mouth, they blast you
My money talk, it ask you aye, aye, aye
I made a million bucks
That shit wasn't enough, aye
Quicksand in a hut
You don't wanna get stuck, aye
I'ma plead the fifth baby tried to judge me
With the racks yeah, the money stuck with me
I made a million bucks
That shit wasn't enough, aye
Quicksand in a hut
You don't wanna get stuck, aye
I'ma plead the fifth baby tried to judge me
With the racks yeah, the money stuck with me
That shit wasn't enough, aye
Quicksand in a hut
You don't wanna get stuck, aye
I'ma plead the fifth if you try to judge me
with the racks
Yeah, the money stuck with me
But I can't take it wimme
She wanna fuck, wimme
'Cause I got bucks with me
She see somethin' in me
These niggas act, Emmy
These niggas mad, envy cause my tax complete
And yo bag empty
We got bands in the truck
It's a whole orchestra
You be' talking too much
Runnin' round, tennis stuff
At least Get your facts straight
I just got my cash straight
Hope you down for this shit
I'ma be 'round for my kids
I was down, on my dick
But i'm proud, what I did
They can vouch for this shit
Know I'ma go out the greatest
Denzel, you get debated
Denzel, yeah I'm training
Record, I'll save it my card, I'm paying
GPS to the bankroll i'm en route, we on go
Give her some clout, they want more
She givin' me mouth, yeah, gargle
I'm kissin' her mouth, she swallow
She love my Rocket, like Otto
It's genie in a bottle
America's Next Top Model
Tyra, I got Banks though
Crossover, watch yo' ankles
Go Rollie on, no shackles
These niggas still cap, like tassels
Open your mouth, they blast you
My money talk, it ask you aye, aye, aye
I made a million bucks
That shit wasn't enough, aye
Quicksand in a hut
You don't wanna get stuck, aye
I'ma plead the fifth baby tried to judge me
With the racks yeah, the money stuck with me
I made a million bucks
That shit wasn't enough, aye
Quicksand in a hut
You don't wanna get stuck, aye
I'ma plead the fifth baby tried to judge me
With the racks yeah, the money stuck with me