Rush Hour, Pt. 3

Lyrics

[Intro] I really like to use cash Popstar! [Pre Chorus] It's something bout that money, man I can't get enough Shawty going down cuz my damn paper up They try to steal my sound cuz they know they sound suck [Chorus] In a foreign Benz kicking like Jet Li She want everything, girl you just met me Paint her face, girl why you so messy I keep hunnids shawty, why you wanna test me Tits on my Glock, play I'm finna breast feed Shooter take off with the choppa hit ya chest piece Got books, call the bookie, I bet it Still talking I know he ain't ready [Verse] When I first touched the check that's whеn I found love Man this job ain't work, I hit the block and found drugs Hit the trap and grab somе weight I put the pounds up A lot of niggas they fell off, my money still up You can call me Iron Man I keep the steel tucked Or you could call me John Deer cuz I keep real bucks In the trap one onion, my plug about to tear up I only talk to money, shawty lift your ears up [Chorus] In a foreign Benz kicking like Jet Li She want everything, girl you just met me Paint her face, girl why you so messy I keep hunnids shawty, why you wanna test me Tits on my Glock, play I'm finna breast feed Shooter take off with the choppa hit ya chest piece Got books, call the bookie, I bet it Still talking I know he ain't ready [Chorus] In a foreign Benz kicking like Jet Li She want everything, girl you just met me Paint her face, girl why you so messy I keep hunnids shawty, why you wanna test me Tits on my Glock, play I'm finna breast feed Shooter take off with the choppa hit ya chest piece Got books, call the bookie, I bet it Still talking I know he ain't ready