CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Organic Pimping
Then drop the roof
f**k with these b*t*hes
They f**k with me
Saltreze
f**k with these b*t*hes
They f**k
Hop in the coupe
Then, drop the roof
f**k with these b*t*hes
They f**k with me too
And later, the Bay
We don’t play ‘bout that bread
We don’t play ‘bout that bread
f**k what they said
I got it locked like some dreads in my head
Quit all that talkin’, b*t*h, open them legs
After I f**k, you can get out my bed
You can get out my bed
Skrrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
I be tryna get out the game, but these hoes be choosin’
Ten-thousand for the feet, b*t*h, you know how I do it
This fresh squeezed orange juice go clean with the Coogi
Even on my bad days, b*t*h, my life is a movie
Clean the rims on the coupe, go and eat with my jeweler
Took to the b*t*h for Italian, then called her a Uber
I can tell she ain’t never met a n***a that’s cool
My pinky ring got to dancin’ when I reached in the cooler
I don’t really f**k with n***as, I be bikin’ and sh*t
Knock a little model b*t*h and take her hikin’ and sh*t
If she post a sexy picture, I might like it and sh*t
When it come to these b*t*hes, man, I got too many
I ain’t even tryna f**k, but you can come through and chill
Yeah, you got a lil’ ass, but baby, is that real?
Is it trickin’ if I go and take you out for a meal?
A lil’ sixty-five dollars ain’t sh*t to a pimp
What’s hannin’?
Hop in the coupe
Then, drop the roof
f**k with these b*t*hes
They f**k with me too
And later, the Bay
We don’t play ‘bout that bread
We don’t play ‘bout that bread
f**k what they said
I got it locked like some dreads in my head
Quit all that talkin’, b*t*h, open them legs
After I f**k, you can get out my bed
You can get out my bed
After I f**k, you can get out the bed
I don’t know if you the feds – Angela Valdez
See, I understand that you got the power of pu**y
And as a man, got to watch how I value the pu**y
Doughboy hit TF- and said he got me a playa
Say no more, easy call, homie, send him my way
So, I laid the hook, then the homie sent it to June
Now, n***as got the fresh squeeze drip in the room
If a b*t*h is f**kin’ with me, she gon’ know I’m the man
If a b*t*h is f**kin’ with you, she gon’ say she your friend
All them b*t*hes f**kin’ with you in a friend-zone
Catch a young n***a in a endzone
Celebratin’, it’s a celebration
Don’t tell me that I’m blowin’ up, this different
b*t*h, I’m levitatin’
b*t*h, I’m levitatin’
First thing I do
Hop in the coupe, drop the roof
Hop in the coupe
Then, drop the roof
f**k with these b*t*hes
They f**k with me too
And later, the Bay
We don’t play ‘bout that bread
We don’t play ‘bout that bread
f**k what they said
I got it locked like some dreads in my head
Quit all that talkin’, b*t*h, open them legs
After I f**k, you can get out my bed
You can get out my bed
Saltreze
f**k with these b*t*hes
They f**k with me
Saltreze
f**k with these b*t*hes
They f**k
Hop in the coupe
Then, drop the roof
f**k with these b*t*hes
They f**k with me too
And later, the Bay
We don’t play ‘bout that bread
We don’t play ‘bout that bread
f**k what they said
I got it locked like some dreads in my head
Quit all that talkin’, b*t*h, open them legs
After I f**k, you can get out my bed
You can get out my bed
Skrrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
I be tryna get out the game, but these hoes be choosin’
Ten-thousand for the feet, b*t*h, you know how I do it
This fresh squeezed orange juice go clean with the Coogi
Even on my bad days, b*t*h, my life is a movie
Clean the rims on the coupe, go and eat with my jeweler
Took to the b*t*h for Italian, then called her a Uber
I can tell she ain’t never met a n***a that’s cool
My pinky ring got to dancin’ when I reached in the cooler
I don’t really f**k with n***as, I be bikin’ and sh*t
Knock a little model b*t*h and take her hikin’ and sh*t
If she post a sexy picture, I might like it and sh*t
When it come to these b*t*hes, man, I got too many
I ain’t even tryna f**k, but you can come through and chill
Yeah, you got a lil’ ass, but baby, is that real?
Is it trickin’ if I go and take you out for a meal?
A lil’ sixty-five dollars ain’t sh*t to a pimp
What’s hannin’?
Hop in the coupe
Then, drop the roof
f**k with these b*t*hes
They f**k with me too
And later, the Bay
We don’t play ‘bout that bread
We don’t play ‘bout that bread
f**k what they said
I got it locked like some dreads in my head
Quit all that talkin’, b*t*h, open them legs
After I f**k, you can get out my bed
You can get out my bed
After I f**k, you can get out the bed
I don’t know if you the feds – Angela Valdez
See, I understand that you got the power of pu**y
And as a man, got to watch how I value the pu**y
Doughboy hit TF- and said he got me a playa
Say no more, easy call, homie, send him my way
So, I laid the hook, then the homie sent it to June
Now, n***as got the fresh squeeze drip in the room
If a b*t*h is f**kin’ with me, she gon’ know I’m the man
If a b*t*h is f**kin’ with you, she gon’ say she your friend
All them b*t*hes f**kin’ with you in a friend-zone
Catch a young n***a in a endzone
Celebratin’, it’s a celebration
Don’t tell me that I’m blowin’ up, this different
b*t*h, I’m levitatin’
b*t*h, I’m levitatin’
First thing I do
Hop in the coupe, drop the roof
Hop in the coupe
Then, drop the roof
f**k with these b*t*hes
They f**k with me too
And later, the Bay
We don’t play ‘bout that bread
We don’t play ‘bout that bread
f**k what they said
I got it locked like some dreads in my head
Quit all that talkin’, b*t*h, open them legs
After I f**k, you can get out my bed
You can get out my bed
Saltreze
