Asaad (Saudi Money) - Paint on the Fur lyrics

(TMS, TMS, T..M..S.. Too Much Soul) Coke in her nose, paint on the fur Might smack on that a**, might jizz in her hair Reach for the heavens, all praise is due Only God can judge me, who the fu*k is you (TMS, TMS, T..M..S.. Too Much Swag) Nylon tongues on my Jordan Ones Drooling daydreams of f**ing Jourdan Dunn When I say 'that bad b**h' know I got more than one I treat my main like my ex, my side jawn be importing one Sunny days wouldn't be special if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel good if it wasn't for pain She dump me, she'll be forever f**ing lames And i'll be drunk driving down memory lane Emotional outbursts to sanity outskirts Been yelling so much that my got damn mouth hurts Milquetoast outlooks, tumultuous breakups Just last year was head over heels, them Alaïa lace-ups The p**y so rare it was ridiculous She ain't pregnant or a virgin, but you'd be lucky to hit it Lucky to smell it, yearning, giving a taste And she got a** but I'm obsessed with her face Coke in her nose, paint on the fur Might smack on that a**, might jizz in her hair Reach for the heavens, all praise is due Only God can judge me, who the fu*k is you (TMS, TMS, T..M..S.. Too Much Soul) I dont know if the world ready for me Spoiled rotten, whatever I want, she get it for me My MILF's rock fur coats and furry coochies She leave her kids at home and take me out to the movies What's sad is I'm the same age as her oldest Her a** so fat, you would've thought it was bogus I bought her flowers cause she drove a Lotus She put her two lips on my wood and started poking Ain't gon lie, pimped her out of SSI Don't ask why, n***a just respect it She bought me-- Lanvin and Balmain, Kiehl's lotion with almond Pad got the barcelona chair with the ottoman Her Chase card burned down Barney's for me Could hold her liquor and she look good in her 40s She scream f** me, more than she say she love me That's p**y from a cougar, spending that divorce money Coke in her nose, paint on her fur Might smack on that a**, might jizz in her hair Reach for the heavens, all praise is due Only God can judge me, who the fu*k is you (TMS, TMS, T..M..S.. Too Much Soul...Swag)