Internet Money - His & hers lyrics

Baby, hit that backend Birk’ Then pour a four of purple You got his and hers Toolie in that Birkin Close the window curtains (Curtains) Right up in your skirt (Skirt) Take off, hit the curve (Curve) Toolie in that Birkin [Post-Chorus: Don Toliver] When I pop out, it’s a blicky Roll up, we roll up a sticky All the bitties, they be shifty I pay for my s**t, it ain’t s**t free Take some time (Hee-hee) I know how I get when I make that mine Shawty, I’m great and that’s fine [Verse 1: Don Toliver] Roll that dice, no cover, s*x on ice (Yeah, yeah) Ain’t no lock and key, just beep, beep, beep up in my jeep Baby, take off the belt of the seat Touch-free, I bought some more Shawty have fun with funds Tongue out on camera, stretchin’ out that Saint Laurent She brought two friends, twin twins Cross ’em, we gon’ kill ’em fu*ked her out that back-end [Chorus: Don Toliver] Baby, hit that backend Birk’ Then pour a four of purple You got his and hers Toolie in that Birkin Close the window curtains (Curtains) Right up in your skirt (Skirt) Take off, hit the curve (Curve) Toolie in that Birkin [Post-Chorus: Don Toliver] When I pop out, it’s a blicky Roll up, we roll up a sticky All the bitties, they be shifty I pay for my s**t, it ain’t s**t free Take some time (Hee-hee) I know how I get when I make that mine Shawty, I’m great and that’s fine [Verse 2: Gunna] Toolie in that Birkin (Birkin) You and me, I got you, that’s for certain When she with me she say it feel like surfin’ (Surfin’) Talkin’ to the biggest, I try to wash out my sins (Wash out my sins) She was massaging me (Me), catered to a G (G) I don’t got to tell her about her body she already got a physique (Physique) Left the Porsche, yeah, we landed in Greece (Greece) I took her heart off her sleeve (Sleeve) Know how you keep it a hundred and that’s really all that I need (That’s all that I need, need) I’m a big dog and she on my turf I just hope you know your worth Baby, hit that backend Birk’ [Chorus: Don Toliver] Baby, hit that backend Birk’ Then pour a four of purple You got his and hers Toolie in that Birkin Close the window curtains (Curtains) Right up in your skirt (Skirt) Take off, hit the curve (Curve) Toolie in that Birkin [Post-Chorus: Don Toliver] When I pop out it’s a blicky Roll up, we roll up a sticky All the bitties, they be shifty I pay for my s**t, it ain’t s**t free Take some time (Hee-hee) I know how I get when I make that mine Shawty, I’m great and that’s fine