saweetie – trick lyrics
[intro]
murda on the beat so it’s not nice
[chorus]
moola, moola, moola, man, that’s all i give a f-ck about
dollar deals and family, man, that’s all i give a f-ck about
talkin’ out the side your mouth, i don’t give a f-ck about
got my own bands, but i still want you to cash me out
[pre-chorus]
trick, n-gg-, you’s a trick (you’s a trick)
you pay my rent, i still won’t let you hit (h-ll no)
you want a bag? i got my own sh-t (yeah, b-tch)
you poppin’ bands, i still won’t let you hit (no, no, no)
[chorus]
moola, moola, moola, man, that’s all i give a f-ck about
dollar deals and family, man, that’s all i give a f-ck about
talkin’ out the side your mouth, i don’t give a f-ck about
got my own bands, but i still want you to cash me out
[verse 1]
everybody bosses ’til the bill come ’round
but a n-gg- gotta eat, so i ain’t checkin’ the amount
every baller wanna holler, let me max his card out
hit rodeo, that’s a k-o on his bankroll, then i’m out
i like leos ’cause they meaner when it come out they mouth
got a aries that take care of me when i’m in the south
i like virgos ’cause they loyal and they always devout
but my favorite sign the one that come before the amount
that’s a dollar sign every time, if it ain’t, then nevermind
ownership of all my sh-t or i don’t sign the dotted line
i’ma come for all of mine, make it rain, then see the shine
diamond in the rough, but all these diamonds, i ain’t hard to find
[pre-chorus]
trick, n-gg-, you’s a trick (you’s a trick)
you pay my rent, i still won’t let you hit (h-ll no)
you want a bag? i got my own sh-t (yeah, b-tch)
you poppin’ bands, i still won’t let you hit (no, no, no)
[chorus]
moola, moola, moola, man, that’s all i give a f-ck about
dollar deals and family, man, that’s all i give a f-ck about
talkin’ out the side your mouth, i don’t give a f-ck about
got my own bands, but i still want you to cash me out
[verse 2]
i like them out of town n-gg-s, teach me somethin’ different
hold it down n-gg-s that don’t mess around wit’ ya
i just mind my own business, got my own business
i’m a walkin’ check, so i ain’t checkin’ for you b-tches
ain’t gon’ get none of this unless he spends some on this
expensive–ss ish, cater every wish
my fragrance is rich, ooh, i smell like the ritz
keep my cheese with the swiss so i ain’t payin’ me sh-t (b-tch)
[chorus]
moola, moola, moola, man, that’s all i give a f-ck about
dollar deals and family, man, that’s all i give a f-ck about
talkin’ out the side your mouth, i don’t give a f-ck about
got my own bands, but i still want you to cash me out
[pre-chorus]
trick, n-gg-, you’s a trick (you’s a trick)
you pay my rent, i still won’t let you hit (h-ll no)
you want a bag? i got my own sh-t (yeah, b-tch)
you poppin’ bands, i still won’t let you hit (no, no, no)
[chorus]
moola, moola, moola, man, that’s all i give a f-ck about
dollar deals and family, man, that’s all i give a f-ck about
talkin’ out the side your mouth, i don’t give a f-ck about
got my own bands, but i still want you to cash me out
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