Sir Michael Rocks She Gotta Have текст песни, слова песни She Gotta Have Sir Michael Rocks
Sir Michael Rocks - She Gotta Have
She shake that ass so silly crazy like goddammit
She crazy fine some say she dime from Miami
I keep it 100
That's one with the two zeros
I see that you could be the one that's in the two seater
I see you champion material she very cold with a pair of those
She must eat her Wheaties and her Cheerios (Eat up)
Cause she be in my t-shirt with her panties on
It's old money in the building like when granny home
Clear the way we stand alone
All my clothes handsome
Damn I'm grown little nigga
Better learn to hand the phone over to a grown up when it's paper on the line
Your bitch is declined when you offer them the wine
She say she don't drink me and my niggas know she lyin'
Cause when she be with me that bitch be wasted all the time
Ass fat, pretty feet, red toes, sax fit, bags in the trash at the crib ho
Harder than a cast but my third leg ain't broke
Ho, I been that nigga from the get-go
So go, so go, so go, so go, so go, so go
[Hook:]
She gotta have her some cash
She gotta have her some cheese
She gotta stay on the scene
She going for everything she want
And she get it by any means you know
Her clothes were the first thing to go
That shirt and them shoes and that belt you can lose
And the skirt won't work
You just need your loot
And your jeans and your dress
When you squeeze in your chest
You the best
Them clothes were the first thing to go
[Verse 2:]
Let's take a second
Little appreciation to all of the naked
When they be givin' the niggas the wrongest direction
Tell em' everything under the sun
Just tell em' you young
Tell you ain't after his funds
Just sell em' a dream
Tell em' you dumb
Tell em' he won
Tell em' you sprung
He hit it raw and you tell em' to (Ahhh)
Now you got em'
So listen cause I'm tellin' you once
I shoot big game like a elephant gun
I'm on a roll for ages
To my hoes different faces
Exposing the fake shit
Man, them goals is the bank loans
We make songs find fine hoes to take on
Cop new plates that we be cuttin' up the cake on
We hit it rich after you hit but it ain't take long
Now ain't that about a bitch like a Drake song
Now listen girl we got a world that we can take on
My Panamirror mama but I gotta put the brakes on
[Hook:]
She gotta have her some cash
She gotta have her some cheese
She gotta stay on the scene
She going for everything she want
And she get it by any means you know
Her clothes were the first thing to go
That shirt and them shoes and that belt you can lose
And the skirt won't work
You just need your loot
And your jeans and your dress
When you squeeze in your chest
You the best
Them clothes were the first thing to go
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