lil jay - 10k lyrics
[intro: billionaire black and lil jay]
(woo, woo, woo!)
whoa (whoa, oh-oh)
whoa
10k, that’s for my d-ck (10k just for my d-ck?)
broke b-tches make me sick (broke b-tches make me sick!)
[hook: billionaire black and lil jay]
i swear broke b-tches make me sick (uh, uh!)
rule number one: never cuff a b-tch! (nah, nah, nah)
i’m ’bout to blow, finna get rich (finna get rich?)
she wanna f-ck me, that’s 10k just for my d-ck
(10k just for my d-ck?)
i swear that broke b-tches make me sick (uh, uh, uh!)
rule number one: never cuff a b-tch! (nah, nah, nah)
i’m ’bout to blow, finna get rich (finna get rich?)
she wanna f-ck me, that’s 10k just for my d-ck
(10k just for my d-ck?)
[verse 1: billionaire black]
i got on polo, b-tch, that’s rugby (polo-polo, polo)
b-tch, it cost ten bands just to f-ck me (ten bands)
that b-tch so pop, man, she so ugly
and she’ll get lucky even if i let her touch me
(gimme top, gimme top!)
that b-tch so gross, man, she disgusting
i’m smokin’ dope, it smell so musty
i’m super sneaky, please don’t trust me (at all)
i do molly and sip syrup, so please don’t judge me (molly, boy)
i’m in a low-low switchin’ lanes
i love tattoos, i like the pain
this b-tch up on me ’cause my name
and i’m fbg, so shout out to the gang (gang, let’s get it!)
[hook: billionaire black and lil jay]
i swear broke b-tches make me sick (uh, uh!)
rule number one: never cuff a b-tch! (nah, nah, nah)
i’m ’bout to blow, finna get rich (finna get rich?)
she wanna f-ck me, that’s 10k just for my d-ck
(10k just for my d-ck?)
i swear that broke b-tches make me sick (uh, uh, uh!)
rule number one: never cuff a b-tch! (nah, nah, nah)
i’m ’bout to blow, finna get rich (let’s get it, double o, carlito)
she wanna f-ck me, that’s 10k just for my d-ck
(10k just for my d-ck?)
[verse 2: lil jay]
double o, you know i’m reachin’ for the top (double o, double o)
all i know is “check a bag,” i gotta stack my guap
(money, money, money)
i’m osoarrogant, ten bands for my c-ck (woo, woo, woo, woo)
and another five if she f-ckin’ with the opps (silly b-tch!)
all i think about is cash, that’s my motivation
yo b-tch gave me education with no conversation
fbg the team, yeah, we do our thing
and our money tall like yao ming
i show up and i show out everywhere i go (turn up, turn up)
n-ggas mad ’cause i’m takin’ all the hoes (goofy)
team no lackin’, b-tch, i’m strapped just like girbaud’s
i’m double o, and my swag on overload
[hook: billionaire black and lil jay]
i swear broke b-tches make me sick (uh, uh!)
rule number one: never cuff a b-tch! (nah, nah, nah)
i’m ’bout to blow, finna get rich (finna get rich?)
she wanna f-ck me, that’s 10k just for my d-ck
(10k just for my d-ck?)
i swear that broke b-tches make me sick (uh, uh, uh!)
rule number one: never cuff a b-tch! (nah, nah, nah)
i’m ’bout to blow, finna get rich (let’s get it, double o, carlito)
she wanna f-ck me, that’s 10k just for my d-ck
(10k just for my d-ck?)
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