I Just Want the Money

[Verse 1: Bishop Lamont]
I don't know if they done told you but b*tch I'm a boss
Push a big black truck with the duel exhaust
Stash spot for the haters if our paths ever cross
Beef get expensive, your life is what it costs
But f*ck the negative, I'm lookin' for freaks to toss
With head so vicious, ass like Tracey Ellis Ross
So I switch to the Beamer, it's time to floss
Like a b*tch that'll swallow like it's applesauce
But if you don't cool, off your chin, let it drool
You gotta doggy style, that's my only one rule
I like to watch the ass
Maybe slap the ass
Kiss it, freaky sh*t, even bite the ass
Rough n*gga, snatch your hair when I stroke ya
Elbow in your back, don't be scared if I choke ya
This that monster f*ck, spin you round pick you up
Bet your man don't f*ck like this, step your game up

[Hook: Bokie]
(I just want the money)
Can't pay my rent with a relationship
(Simps just want the honey)
Go bankrupt just so they can bust a b*tch
(You won't get one cent from me)
Not a dime, not a nickle or a penny
(Bite your nails if you get hungry)
Ummm hmmm

[Verse 2: Bishop Lamont]
Yaararaaah
Donkey Kong with the ding dong
Sex powers like China with the ping pong
di*k long as a Chop & Screw slow song
I'm kinda well endowed
Is that so wrong?
I can't help it, I'm a c*cky n*gga
Literally, figuratively
When it stiff it look like Italy
Oui, oui, it's the Eiffel Tower
Make the sliddin' doors shake when we crush in the shower
I love the neo-soul b*tches
Head wrap, vegan, jazz, spoken word b*tches
They be actin' so pure and mannerable
Get 'em home them b*tches turn to animals
Get my di*k sucked to Trek Life to Little Brother
Jill Scott, get 'em hot, quick to f*ck a brother
They all the same when they take off they clothes
A hood rat to college girl, I love deez hoes

[Hook: Bokie]

[Verse 3: Bishop Lamont]
I never been a trick
And never will
My di*k is expensive
You pay for the motel
You pay for the hotel
Then you pay me
Cause it's so swell
When it comes to simpin'
I don't play around
These n*ggas Halloween
Trick Or Treatin' all year round
Not scared for 'em
Been misinformed
Only treat 'em like that if it's wifey on your arm
sh*t
And even that's debatable
I see n*ggas buyin' b*tches like these hoes inflatable
I could never be a lifeguard, I'll never save a ho
I treat a b*tch like dad, I just say, "No"
I'm not a pimp, I just sound like one
I'm not a player I just hand around some
I'm not greedy but you can't have a crumb
You're lucky air is free cause I wouldn't give you none

[Hook: Bokie]

[Outro]
Shouts out to Khrysis. Khrysis got beats too. All my n*ggas in North Carolina
Justus League and sh*t. That's what's up. Let's keep it rollin' n*ggas
Let's go to church real quick on these motherf*ckers real quick man
Spit the gospel you know? sh*t knock