That Good (feat. Ty $, C Ballin)

Push er in division baby Dollar sign I got that good get it girl I already know that I'm the shit girl And if I fuck with you then you see it too Girl stop playin what that shit so Dollar sign push ya in the label baby That whole 10 big, getting paper baby Presidential Rollies and them red bottles Anything cheesy but you know I got it You know I got it Where the ladies at? If you got some good pussy baby say yea yea Say yea yea If it taste like water let me hear you halla In the club with the homies popping all the bottles Dollar sign! Now we ain't going to the bar Girl you fuckin with a star I like the way you wind that skirt Don't let a nigga go to work Go to work, go to work Girl I give you that good dick Girl I give you that good dick Fuck with me and get some good dick Girl I give you that good dick Fuck around, fuck around Good dick Girl I give you that good dick You gon fuck around and get some good dick That good Girl I give you that good dick Fuck around, fuck around And I, and I put that on the hood I'mma give it to you good I'mma do it like you should Say that pussy deathrow, call me sure Ha! Run it then beat it up Once you feel it in your stomach then eat it up And it ain't no keeping up She ain't hitting her, no tight – deep enough I go deeper Million dollar sign, this the sleeper Million dollar dream, you near my Mercedes girl So when I scoop you baby girl Now we ain't going to the bar Girl you fuckin with a star I like the way you wind that skirt Don't let a nigga go to work Go to work, go to work Girl I give you that good dick Girl I give you that good dick Fuck with me and get some good dick Girl I give you that good dick Fuck around, fuck around Good dick Girl I give you that good dick You gon fuck around and get some good dick That good Girl I give you that good dick Fuck around, fuck around Aye, we can get it in the booth Or we can take you to the coupe We can do it on the far what it do It's when I'm in it had left my Mercedes now woo Woa, we can get it in the booth Or we can take you to the coupe We can do it on the far what it do Go to war on the pussy, better call the troops That's the truth, truthfully you never had been There's the X's, why the Z's like the last letter? Then I mash like potatoes, I'm a cash getter Baby blast, never let me down Now we ain't going to the bar Girl you fuckin with a star I like the way you wind that skirt Don't let a nigga go to work Go to work Girl I give you that good dick Girl I give you that good dick Fuck with me and get some good dick Girl I give you that good dick Fuck around, fuck around Good dick Girl I give you that good dick You gon fuck around and get some good dick Girl I give you that good dick Fuck around, fuck around