Текст песни Styles - Daddy Get That Cash, слова песни Styles

Текст песни Styles - Daddy Get That Cash

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[Lil` Mo]Styles P...It`s Lil` Mo, holla at meGet that cash daddy[Styles]If it`s you versus me - think about it They gon yell my name when they announce the winnerAnd I ain`t bout to sell muchI got my honeys on the plane but the birds flyin south for the winterDon`t get ya self familiatedI`m so gangsta that, just know`n myself makes me affiliatedWhat chu think honey hold `em hammers for?So she can spend 10 cent at Jill Sander store?We gon hit Rodeo Drive, drive on Beverly HillsThough I love her, so I`m spendin like 70 billsI bringin what she be on went, keep ya payroll bigLight a blunt, and just beg me to chillAin`t a player but my life is real all of the timeSo she went and copped a gun a `lil smaller than mineThat`s a down ass chick, and she keep it real So I`ma keep it real back all of the time[Chorus: Lil` Mo (Styles)]Daddy gotta get that cash (I`m goin ta get it, I`m goin ta get it)Daddy gotta get that cash (I`m goin ta get it, I`m goin ta get it)Daddy gotta get that cash (I`m goin ta get it, I`m goin ta get it)Daddy gotta get that cash (I`m goin ta get it, I`m goin ta get it)[Styles]Daddy go and get that cashGo and get the black suit, grab the burner plus get that matchShe said "Tell my where you goin"It`s no doubt that I`m comin inCause she could fit a little 9 or a 22right inside her bra or Calvin Klein underwearMami you could stay home and bag up the workI`m just goin out to play chrome or nag up a jerkIf I kiss her then her heart`ll meltListen dogg, you don`t understand the workthat she carry in the garter beltNo doubt I love her, I`ma tell you the truthBut dont` get it fucked up, and get fucked upOnly thing sweet about P is his toothAnd she could sleep with another dudeShe gon tell me where the safe atthe coke at, how to rob his mother too"Daddy go and get that cash"...That`s what my honey holla`d out every time I hit that ass[Chorus][Styles]Since you helped daddy get that cashGet the condom and the mink, and the ring and the gift wrapped JagAnd you still got the bomb ass, I pay the phone and the rentBut keep it real Boo, you pay the ConairIf I get knocked, she in the BI roomWith some money on my books, give weed to a niggaDon`t worry about shit, cause I be out soonNo doubt that`s my Booby-catShe drop my bricks off right on Broadwayand she go and get a doobie wrappedLookin at the God, like "We all a little"One pop for the pasta, one pop for the cokeHoliday Styles, dick one shot for the doorAnd it`s sorta like we Bonnie and ClydeI load the ooby up, she gon roll the booby up, then mami abideAnd she said "Daddy get that cash"She know I would but had no idea that I would skip that fast[Chorus]

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Daddy Get That Cash

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