Ty Dolla $ign, Juicy J, Rich Homie Quan - Dead Presidents lyrics

Rich, $ign, Homie, Dolla $ign, Dolla, Quan
Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

Do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Wanna see you do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Wanna see you do it for the dead presidents

Make it clap on a handstand
Hold it with no hands
Can you take it from the binack
Or would you run like trinack?
Girl can you ride like a Ducati
Fast like a Ferrari
Flip you over on your back
And slam like Shaq
She like it when I fuck her from the side
She like to drink Hennessy and get high
Out of town bitches come
Through here with dreams
All these hoes be on the same things
Baby want em all
But they all rich and famous
Fucking ball players and entertainers
Rolling blunts up
But you know I smoke papers
And bitch don’t you know I’m Taylor
I’m a mack, I’m a player
If she about her paper lames can’t call her
She only fuck with ballers i tell her like

Do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Wanna see you do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Wanna see you do it for the dead presidents

Go ahead and show a nigga something
Bust it open, let a nigga touch it
Show a nigga that you ain’t bluffing
If I tip anymore, we fucking
Do it for the dead presidents
Give me head like my name Bill Clinton
I know you ain’t got no limit's
Tell your boyfriend to mind his business
Spend a night with me, that’s priceless
Rubber bands on her, she dyking
Shawty do it like a pro
Tryna act like she don’t like it
Them niggas gon be upset, they mad, they hate
That cheddar get her naked
She suck dick for a small donation
If it ain’t bout money stop talking
I ain’t with it if I can’t make a profit
Broke niggas can’t stand next to me
Unless they got my deposit's
Spark my joint up full of broccoli
I lift off just like a rocket
Know y’all fuck niggas still talking but I
Can’t hear you over my pockets

Do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Wanna see you do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Wanna see you do it for the dead presidents

You won’t get in my residence (Nah nigga)
I got a concierge sitting at the gate
(For security) stacking them dead presidents
(How you feel Quan?)
Feeling like Larenz Tate (Hey)
I bet them dead presidents will make her stay
(O oh) i bet a dead president will
Make her get naked (Bet)
Talking bout she celibate
(hah) , till I whip my dick out
Now she want to fuck
(Huh?) , bitch I need dead presidents (Money)
The bitch got mad 'cause
I’m fucking her friend
Shawty went through my phone
You don’t find the evidence (Okay)
These bitches ain’t shit
She’ll leave that nigga for
All these dead presidents
My swag on 1 plus 99 (Uh huh)
Started with the mid, graduated to a dime
Can’t touch this shit nigga, hammer time
I got a trust fund waiting on my grandson
Can’t touch this shit
Can’t touch this shit nigga
What you gon do Quan? (Four four)
Shoot it at his head
Bank roll fold like a futon
Nigga I ain’t playing nigga I ain’t change
(Nah) , the money did, dumbass (Stupid)
The money ain’t the same
Now I’m cutting dumb fast (Yea)
Lil shawty got a dumb ass (O oh)
I'ma tell that ho to bend that ass over and

Do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Wanna see you do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Wanna see you do it for the dead presidents