E-40 feat. Ty Dolla Sign That's Right song lyrics

Earl

Uh, Mike Free on tha beat

Ay

(Ty Dolla $ign)

I got a bad brown skin from atlanta (ATL)

Uh and she a private dancer

Said she make at least 4K a night, (4 Thousand)

I told her get ya money that's right (that's right)

That's right, that's right

Girl get ya money that's right

We don't want her if she broke no

Twerkin' all night girl that's right

(1: E-40)

Uhh, rap now but I used to push coke, fit cost more than ya car note

I could pull a ho without a rope, without a penny in my pocket

Even if a nigga broke, bitch I go the hardest

Bay boy, got the mouthpiece of a con artist

Ye, I could talk my way into anything

I could talk my way into the white house, and get kicked out for smoking weed

That's nigga shit 201, see that bitch right there?

She thicker than my other one, she cheeky she cheeky her body smackin'

She see me she think I'm rapping or trappin'

Uh, but I don't pay for coochie, coochie pay for me

We in the V.I.P, Dolla $ign, 40 and free

Smokin' Larry OG, hella toasted, twisted and tipsy

Don't talk to me bruh, i'm whiskey, been cheefin' with all my hippies

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(2: Ty Dolla $ign)

Do yo dance do yo dance, while I pop these rubber bands

It's only baller's in my section

After the club we sexin, ay, she got ass like (?)

And she like girls like Lalifah

Took her to the bay told her smoke something

Me nigga E-40 told me don't cuff em, don't cuff em

Nigga woah, woah, call that bitch Christmas, ho ho

Never trust, a nigga or a bitch

The nigga I die for a never snitch

Dolla $ign tha taylor and tha pusha

I be bangin', tell her "fingers in the pussy"

She wanna fuck me in my vans, and my hoodie

Before she gotta fuck, (?)

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