Artist: G-Eazy (Feat Lil Wayne, Starrah & Yo Gotti)
Album: –
Year: 2016
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[Intro – Starrah]
I got racks on the menu
She need more shawty, cash on the menu
Show some more, need that ass on a menu
Make it clap cause we got cash on the menu
[Chorus – Starrah]
Oooh, fuck around and order more money
Oooh, fuck around and order more
Oooh, baby we gon’ order more money
Oooh, fuck around and order more
[Verse 1 – G-Eazy]
I’m popping champagne, now I’m pouring more
I just ran out of ones, it’s time to order more
So if you want this cash you gotta show some more
That private dance is through that corridor
I’m off drugs and a bunch of shots
After-party at my cribbo with a bunch of thots
So order more bottles, don’t care what the cost
My neighbor is a bitch, they tried to call the cops
Fuck you I’m living life, all good don’t need advice
Pussy is my favorite vice, I see you I get enticed
Them titties nice, tonight I’mma hit it twice
Coming home on that Bay Bridge
2AM on them city nights, yeah
[Chorus – Starrah]
Oooh, fuck around and order more money
Oooh, fuck around and order more
Oooh, baby we gon’ order more money
Oooh, fuck around and order more
[Verse 2 – Yo Gotti]
Keep a bag, blow a bag, throw a bag it ain’t nothin’
I’m the weatherman, thunderstorm, forecast whole hundred
Don’t want no model girl, I want a bottle girl
And you want a baller girl, and I’m right here balling girl
I’mma send you an Uber, and she from Aruba
She know nothin’ about this thug life, she like what is a shooter?
Took her down in Miami, put that bitch on a scooter
Took her straight to the Fontainebleau
I know just how to do her
She said she had a man, but she know how to maneuver
She give me head underwater, so I’mma call her my scuba
Doubt, Rolls Royce on deck, travel
Shawty’s ass so fat, rattle
Told a bitch I love her, liar
Waitress all out of ones, fired
I got old money I can return with it
Tryna fuck a check up now, ain’t tryna die with it
Money bag, money bag
Got a whole bunch of stacks, got a whole lotta ass
If for her I just might…
[Chorus – Starrah & (Yo Gotti)]
Oooh, fuck around and order more money (yuh)
Oooh, fuck around and order more (Gotti)
Oooh, baby we gon’ order more money
Oooh, fuck around and order more
[Verse 3 – Lil Wayne]
I’m about to order some more money
Just to throw it at her
The money doesn’t matter
I’ll make it back manana
I hit it like a batter
I make it rat-a-tat-a
I never give her answers, I never give her data
Mama she a dancer, she dance her fucking ass off
She take her fucking pants off, and dance her fucking ass off
She let me feel that ass soft
Charge it to my black card
She fucked me for that iPhone, she so tired of that Android
An outdoor person having orgies in my backyard
I think her ass got steroids, this dick feel like heroin
Lil Tunechi the East landlord, but I had to expand Lord
Shining on these niggas got them looking for some tan oil
I got all these bands boy, these hoes call me Band Boy
Weezy F Band Boy stay in pussy and out of the tabloids
And just to think I was the bag boy
Now I got that bag boy
Drop that Coupe on alloys
Just order some more cash boy
Just order some more cash boy
[Chorus – Starrah & (Lil Wayne)]
Oooh, fuck around and order more money (order some more cash boy)
Oooh, fuck around and order more (drop that Coupe on alloys)
Oooh, baby we gon’ order more money (now I got that bag boy, now I got that bag boy)
Oooh, fuck around and order more (Weezy F Band Boy, just order some more cash boy)
[Outro – Lil Wayne]
Who we is?
Young Mula babbyyy
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