Beatking - Stunt N!gga lyrics

[Pre-Chorus:] Everytime they see us They know we stuntin' Everytime they see us They know we stuntin' Swag all in the [?] The floor, we stuntin' [Chorus:] Hold up Yeah Hold up Throw money on a b**h[x4] Pop ma left hand up throw money[x4] Hold up [Verse 1:] Pull up to the club in a tarantula (spider) Lamborghini doors give em asthma (watch it) Yo baby mama blowin up ma phone But she ain't got good head so I don't answer her Throw that a**, b**h k** her She pop her p**y and she got her crew with her Her homegirls bout that living They on molly I know what to do wid em b**h throw that a** up, yea turn up b**h throw that a** up if you a [?] Look at all them lame b**hes hatin on you They go'n talk sh** but they won't run up Club girl love a freak ho b**h I wanna see you do it on the dick If you got an a** like Molly I don't wanna see you strip Ho tis levels to this sh** (flat) I ain't gotta see a lot of [?] If that booty real i wanna feel b**h pop that p**y lemme see Throw that a** up, throw that a** then repeat it She got a lot of tattooes on her legs I heard she a fool with the head She a pole k**a, she's not a twerker Head down a** up n***a throw her something Hold up [Pre-Chorus:] Everytime they see us They know we stuntin' (Club god, k**'it) Everytime they see us They know we stuntin' (Hold up, hold up) Swag all in the [?] The floor, we stuntin' (HTown) [Chorus:] Hold up Yeah Hold up Throw money on a b**h[x4] Pop ma left hand up throw money[x4] Hold up [Verse 2:] I walk up in the club and all these on my dick I'm throwin up a lot of money and now she's looking on my wrist I tell her molly's in my Benz and now she wanna s** ma dick I tell her keep that p**y poppin' and imma make her f**in' rich b**h work that f**in' pole, climb up and hold then let it go Then buss it open on the floor then bring it back and touch your toes Hold up you know these n***as broke You know you wanna f** a boss You know I got the f**ing paper And I'm never fallin off Club godzilla Hold up She want more bread Throw them bands at her forehead Throw that p**y back like a frisbee Baller i is be, and so is my a**ociate Take summer gang flex forever You got a bad b**h, I got several These hoes call me Club Godzilla Ain't no other n***a trilla except that n***a that's from Thriller (heeh) Hold up [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus]