Gold Frames on Brown Skin - Money & Cars (feat. Gold Frames on Brown Skin & Spitphi) [Solo Mix]

It's Mr. Ol Shit daddy gotten
Bitch I'm chilling with Rihanna
In Atlanta smoking guanja
Niggas eating Benihana
I'm a freak but she so proper
Got my hands all in that Prada
Motor boating on them bitches
Got my face all in them tattas
She be magic city twerking
I'm Barry bonds stroking
See I'm not your average nigga
So she cumming more than once
She be twisting when she walking
Got my attention like I'm barking
Sort of kind of love a nigga
But I'm so fucking deceive
I'm a libra learn to love it
Or I introduce you to my duces
I'm not playing I'm just saying
I'm to grown to hold your hands
I'm that nigga with the math
You be balling on a budget
I'm balling cuz I love it
Simply balling cuz I love it nigga

I know you'll been waiting for a minute too long
Tell that fucking DJ to play my motherfucking song
I know you'll been waiting for a minute too long
Tell that fucking DJ to play my motherfucking song
I like Money Cars & Bitches
Money Money Cars & Bitches
I like Money Cars & Bitches
Money Money Cars & Bitches
I like Money Cars & Bitches
Money Money Cars & Bitches
I like Money Cars & Bitches
Money Money Cars & Bitches

Just wait...
Them head bussas on the way
Condensed in the shape of black lips is a conflict
Tongue flicking the clit to a nickel plated 4 5th
Traded in my chain and whips
For chain and whips
The truth hurts and my syllables pop Paracets
From the abyss
They wasn't giving charity
So now I'ma take the shit
You see the thing is your bitch
Really ain't your she my bitch
My progress is evident
Stacks up in my pocket
Get money look different
Commas complete a sentence
Money Car & your Bitch
Mindset on a profit
But I admit
I was going over people's heads a bit
When I spit with wit
Silly of me to forget
I'm making music
But it's for the mentally retired and the plain out ignorant
I was supposed to be talking about the hoes, bank rolls
Make a metaphor or two about my loaded 4-4
I cock back and explode on a foe
Instead I flow with a cold
That oppose the stereotypical

I know you'll been waiting for a minute too long
Tell that fucking DJ to play my motherfucking song
I know you'll been waiting for a minute too long
Tell that fucking DJ to play my motherfucking song
I like Money Cars & Bitches
Money Money Cars & Bitches
I like Money Cars & Bitches
Money Money Cars & Bitches
I like Money Cars & Bitches
Money Money Cars & Bitches
I like Money Cars & Bitches
Money Money Cars & Bitches

Written by:
JARVIS D'ANDRE ORANGE, LEE ROY WAUGH

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