Three,six,nine

Angel Eaters

To the windows, to the walls

Money make a bitch dance, money make a crawl

I done came up, I don't know what's up with y'all

Shawty pull up, throw that thang on the wall

To the windows, to the walls

Money make a bitch dance, money make a crawl

I done came up, I don't know what's up with y'all

Shawty pull up, throw that thang on the wall

Yeah, that's all I know, I just need a green light

Your story need to rewrite

You can leave your man, but just do it when the time's right

We can go and shop, yeah, the homie work it off-white

Should've been on TV, only pull up if the price right

I bought my girl some titties, throw some D's on that bitch

Ass so fat, yeah, roll my weed on that shit

Feelin' like rich, go and pay the boy

Haul up in your neighborhood just like the paper boy

To the windows, to the walls

We always gettin' money, we don't really fuck with y'all

The way you pop that thang, I'm glad you called

So shawty drop that thang, that's what I want

And that's all I know

To the windows, to the walls

Money make a bitch dance, money make her crawl

I done came up, I don't know what's up with y'all

Shawty pull up, throw that thang on the wall

To the windows, to the walls

Money make a bitch dance, money make her crawl

I done came up, I don't know what's up with y'all

Shawty pull up, throw that thang on the wall

Yeah, that's all I know

Oh, bitch, you done talked a whole lot of shit

But where do you see my dick

I ain't in it for the talkin' games

We done came in the room and started handlin' bags

We done came in the room and started handlin' bags