Marcus Money - On the Leather (feat. Pimp C) [Album Version]

She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
Starvin' for dough, had it bad, got addicted to the cash
Cameras on every phone, got 'em addicted to the flash
Picture it. I was last, hustlin' glass by the gram
Now I'm handing autographs out, jamming' with my fans
Badda boom, badda bam. I'm 'bout to bought the lamb
Brought the dreams and the hopes. Built a team and popped a brand
Got receipts, I'm the man. I peeped the problem and
Brought solutions out of Houston, executin' all my plans
Body suits for scuba, she wanna do me in Aruba
But you wouldn't believe me until you've seen me on tour
Who in their right mind would think you get to chosen' from snoozin'
She both, wanna be a model and not be with a loser
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
This that type of song that makes you stack your cake up
Wake up chasing' paper ain't no way I take a pay cut
This one's for Texas. We've got models, with no makeup
Poppin' bottles, you've gotta ball to make her lay up
That ass' on the leather with astoundin' hips
That 'lac an automatic but she found the stick
Another down south hit. The sound' so lit
Tropical storm flooded, look at the down south drip
(Aye)
Look. I'm on my Chad B. groove
Before I made a way, I had to make a move
I took the stairs like Rocky. I'm just confident, not cocky
Said she wanna fuck my car I'm thinking' yeah me too
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
From G County to Houston to Dallas, Austin, Abilene
P.A., Laredo, S.A. everywhere in between
We keep it triple Tex-rated
R.I.P. to Pimp, Screw and Pat. Drop the top so gracious
Trunk knock 'til it's blown, Exotic Pop and it foams
Anything you spotted, I just bought it. Ain't no financial loans
I've got seeds in the streets
I've been sewing for 20 and its about time
I reap em 'cause it owes me some money
Matter of fact, just keep it. I don't need it, don't want it
I did it all out of love, and it ain't no secret, I run it
Yeah I'm hungry but still I'm Eat'n. Check the clothing
I keep a thousand on my body, customizin' and glowing'
She wanna know when I'm blowin' up, this ain't no over night
But we ain't gotta wait for Christmas. Get it in on sight
Pulling up at the yo. Get it in on the mic
Then I hit the stage, set it ablaze, while they're dimming the lights
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good

Written by:
MARCUS WAYNE SIMPSON

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