chuuwee, money montage & tay hundreds - what you tell her? lyrics
[intro]
yeah
uh
[chorus]
what you tell her?
i told her you can stay about my business if it ain’t yours
told her you ain’t never gotta worry ’cause i hate wh0res
told her that i’m always on my grind just like a skateboard, ayy
hold on, what you tell her, bro? (ayy)
i told her it’s gon’ come ’cause i put everything in state ford
told her anything you want, you never gotta beg for it
i ask her what she want then tell her, “grab it, i’ma pay for it”
[verse 1: chuuwee]
don’t be all up in my business ’cause it ain’t yours (nah)
i’m always on the grind, i hope you like skateboarders (ayy)
always pulling up with splash like a wake boarder (splash)
rеdid her features likе a stream home makeover (sh+t)
i never show up when they late to send the cake over
they put my name across the flier like a placeholder
don’t be blowing up my phone while i take orders
scarin’ off my custos and going for the gusto
her best friends cutthroat, won’t let me f+ck, though
she always got a dutch rolled, but i don’t touch those
i met her through my cuzzo, what’s up with blood on?
you pullin’ up? then come on, she take the bus home
she fell out with her ex+man, she had enough smoke
tonight i’m finna touch road, she brought a fluff coat
[chorus]
what you tell her?
i told her you can stay about my business if it ain’t yours
told her you ain’t never gotta worry ’cause i hate wh0res
told her that i’m always on my grind just like a cake war, ayy
hold on, what you tell her, bro? (ayy)
i told her it’s gon’ come ’cause i put everything in state ford
told her anything you want, you never gotta beg for it
i ask her what she want then tell her, “grab it, i’ma pay for it”
[verse 2]
man, i got the game in a nutsh+ll
[?] this money calling, phone ring like a doorbell
it was nothing getting p+ssy like garfield
messing with the snow, i got a link to the cartel
b+tch p+ssy wet, i need a god d+mn rowboat
playing like you good but i can tell you a throat goat
swimmin’ in this b+tch, i got her head with a long stroke
she rolling up my ‘wood, she understood what my bong broke
now i’m in this b+tch, i gotta pop it like pimples
why they think this hard? and i got it so simple
i get on her nerves, mean i’m stuck on her mental
rip center jeans but she like it too gentle (yeah, okay)
[chorus]
what you tell her?
i told her you can stay about my business if it ain’t yours
told her you ain’t never gotta worry ’cause i hate wh0res
told her that i’m always on my grind just like a skateboard, ayy
hold on, what you tell her, bro? (ayy)
i told her it’s gon’ come ’cause i put everything in state ford
told her anything you want, you never gotta beg for it
i ask her what she want then tell her, “grab it, i’ma pay for it”
[outro]
(i ask her what she want and tell her, “grab it, i’ma pay for it”)
(i told her you ain’t never gotta worry ’cause i hate wh0res)
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