Rich Gang - Birdman Presents - Tapout lyrics

Rich Gang! If you hatin' you just need some p**y She f**ed up when she gave me some p**y I said I f** you better than that other n***a She say Tune I'm 'bout to cum, I say I'm comin' which ya She don't like them pretty n***as, sidity n***as She ride this dick, her titties jiggle, that's my pillows That's because I sleep in that ho Hit it when I wake up tell the pigs I say Asalaam Alaykum Uh, my b**h a choosy lover never f** without a rubber Sweet yellow bone thing, I call her honey mustard p**y like a sea shell, dick like a V-12 She say I drive her crazy, I say just keep on your seatbelt Bend it over bust it open for me Baby bend it over bust it open for me She say she love me she loves this dick Come put that million dollar p**y on me make me rich Tunechi She got that million dollar, million dollar ooh, ooh ohh She got that million dollar, million dollar ooh, ohh ohh And all I want to do is touch it (touch it, ooh, ooh ohh) Make her tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout And I'm gon' make her tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout Crib made her tapout, sauna made her tapout Jet made her tapout, pilot with the map out Million on the diamonds, million on the kitchen Millions on the Maybach, gla** top ceilings Million dollar p**y, sleepin' on Versace Sleepin' on Fendi, sleepin' on Cavalli Married to the money, millions in the bank Alexander McQueen rich in the paint I got that f** you if you love me on some n***a sh** She got the million dollar seven figure n***a rich We switch positions like we doin' yoga in this b**h She get the shakin' then stiff She got that million dollar, million dollar ooh, ooh ohh She got that million dollar, million dollar ooh, ohh ohh And all I want to do is touch it (touch it, ooh, ooh ohh) Make her tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout And I'm gon' make her tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout Million dollar p**y... Million dollar p**y... Six inch, pumps, play with his balls, dunks Bald head, yep, don't want no Forrest, Gumps Don't let me tell ya, twice, already told you, once (Eat that p**y!) W-W-W-Who got that baddest p**y on the planet? D-Boyz love me, they don't understand it Ooooooooooooooooooh, deep throat Million dollar p**y might pounce on that a** Threw them hundreds until I lose count on that a** Max out all of them accounts on that a** Million dollar checks don't bounce on that a** Pull up in that you can't afford this Only rap b**h on the Forbes list p**y j**elry make em say burr man R-r-r-rubs hands like Birdman She got that million dollar, million dollar ooh, ooh ohh She got that million dollar, million dollar ooh, ohh ohh And all I want to do is touch it (touch it, ooh, ooh ohh) Make her tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout And I'm gon' make her tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout Rich Gang... and Rich girl Sexy Slim, I see you Paradise home, flossing while you're shining Jumping out Bugatti's, f** the money game up Why? I don't know Sweet D! Love you babygirl I'm in love with your gimpsin' skin and you talkin' 'bout religion... I'm in prison with the p**y... and I'm ballin', no cushion