Saweetie - Trick lyrics

Murda on the beat so it's not nice Moola, moola, moola, man, that’s all I give a f** about Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a f** about Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don’t give a f** about Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out Trick, n***a, you's a trick (You's a trick) You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no) You want a bag? I got my own sh** (Yeah, b**h) You poppin' bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no) Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a f** about Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a f** about Talkin’ out the side your mouth, I don’t give a f** about Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out Everybody bosses 'til the bill come ’round But a n***a gotta eat, so I ain't checkin' the amount Every baller wanna holler, let me max his card out Hit Rodeo, that's a K-O on his bankroll, then I’m out I like Leos 'cause they meaner when it come out they mouth Got a Aries that take care of me when I'm in the South I like Virgos 'cause they loyal and they always devout But my favorite sign the one that come before the amount That's a dollar sign every time, if it ain't, then nevermind Ownership of all my sh** or I don't sign the dotted line I'ma come for all of mine, make it rain, then see the shine Diamond in the rough, but all these diamonds, I ain't hard to find Trick, n***a, you's a trick (You's a trick) You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no)

You want a bag? I got my own sh** (Yeah, b**h) You poppin' bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no) Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a f** about Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a f** about Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a f** about Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out I like them out of town n***as, teach me somethin' different Hold it down n***as that don't mess around wit' ya I just mind my own business, got my own business I'm a walkin' check, so I ain't checkin' for you b**hes Ain't gon' get none of this unless he spends some on this Expensive-a** ish, cater every wish My fragrance is rich, ooh, I smell like The Ritz Keep my cheese with the Swiss so I ain't payin' me sh** (b**h) Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a f** about Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a f** about Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a f** about Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out Trick, n***a, you's a trick (You's a trick) You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no) You want a bag? I got my own sh** (Yeah, b**h) You poppin' bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no) Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a f** about Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a f** about Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a f** about Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out