Money Mike - Angel City

She a modern day angel
Say yo prayers when she twerk that shit
Her presence is a present count yo blessings or just throw the check
Fantasies can't compare to this
Floss filled with her treasure chest
Birds better bring they bread to the pearl or don't leave the nest
Legs looking so heavenly
Longer than highway 70
Tricks from the hills of beverly travel far for this ebony
Queen
She so mean on the pole
Nobody better then
An angel on the ceiling pressing pockets and collecting bands
She sea walk on the ceiling
And she slide straight down to center stage
If her pussy paradise her legs must be the pearly gates
You can't pet her kitty
Unless you stuffing benji's in her lace
Welcome to angel city where they pretty and they getting paid
Cash she go get that shit
Her bag is what she stay in sis
If the topic is ever about them racks know you go spend it trick
A goddess you ain't fucking with
Chicks study her physically
Trying take notes on agility of pussy popping mysteries
Ass thick like humidity
Phones out for publicity
A twitter trend instantly cause of her body's imagery
She go fuck you mentally
Give up yo paper willingly
For a juicebox with divinity filled with creativity
She sea walk on the ceiling 
And she slide straight down to center stage 
If her pussy paradise her legs must be the pearly gates 
You can't pet her kitty 
Unless you stuffing benji's in her lace 
Welcome to angel city where they pretty and they getting paid
She sea walk on the ceiling 
And she slide straight down to center stage 
If her pussy paradise her legs must be the pearly gates 
You can't pet her kitty 
Unless you stuffing benji's in her lace 
Welcome to angel city where they pretty and they getting paid
Let's be real
I keep it trill but I got a weakness for some chocolate skin
Butterscoth, caramel and you know I love that honey dip
Baby girl can I just have a lick?
I'm sure that it may cost a bit
You can go round that pole but real niggas take you to different continents
No frontier here
I know money talk and bullshit walk
But you ain't bout to see me disappear
Got cash on deck
That ass might bounce
But the check don't it's gone always clear
I love what you doing
Hanging over dudes head
Like you a crystal chandelier not trying to take you from your career
I love you here
Niggas on the sideline like a free throw
Having them a hard time like a peep show
Different color lace front like a rainbow
Throw that thang up and down like it 6-4
Yeah
You know what the fuck it hit for
Yeah 
You know what the fuck it hit for 
You mean to tell that yo ass really that broke 
Can't afford henny so you sipping diet coke
But
You in the presence of a queen bro
Pillsbury pockets so we talking fat dough 
Keep digging for a dolla no creflo 
Give her cash in big bulk like Costco 
Yeah 
You know what the fuck it hit for
Yeah 
You know what the fuck it hit for 
Angel City is the home of the get low 
Move around with the paper or hit the door
She sea walk on the ceiling 
And she slide straight down to center stage 
If her pussy paradise her legs must be the pearly gates 
You can't pet her kitty 
Unless you stuffing benji's in her lace 
Welcome to angel city where they pretty and they getting paid
She sea walk on the ceiling 
And she slide straight down to center stage 
If her pussy paradise her legs must be the pearly gates 
You can't pet her kitty 
Unless you stuffing benji's in her lace 
Welcome to angel city where they pretty and they getting paid

Written by:
Darren Lewis

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