[Intro]
(Cook Gods)
He ain't talking' 'bout no motherfuckin' chicken

[Chorus]
I ain't throwing ass unless I see some fucking money fall (Fall, fall, fall)
N***a, let me see them dollars fall
I ain't make my pussy talk unless I see that money talk (Talk, talk, talk)
N***a, can you make your pockets talk?
I don't want no five, n***a, I want the six digits
Na-na the thermometer, bitch, I want them nine inches
I don't want no five, n***a, I want the six digits
Na-na the thermometer, bitch, I want them nine inches

[Verse 1]
Let's be specific (Let's be), I want Rollies and Bentleys (Uh-huh)
Don't forget 'bout my inches, pound to smoke with my bitches
He done blew 'bout a ticket, to a boss, ain't no biggie (Uh-uh)
And he hop out with that glizzy, leave his dick with a hickey
Ass so fat, so curvy (Curvy)
Make him nervous (Nervous)
Throw that ass on him on purpose (Purpose)
But I got that Birkin (That Birkin)
Heard ya little pussy ain't working (Uh-uh) so he got me, sorry (Sorry)
Head real good, he learning (Learning)
Money long like journeys (Journeys)
[Pre-Chorus]
And I'm off a pill (Pill)
I see them dollar signs, I need somethin' to feel (Ayy, what is that?)
You say you love me, n***a, show me that it's real (You love me)
Fuck all that talkin', why you all up in my grill? (Why?)
You cut that check, throw me a bag, we got a deal

[Chorus]
I ain't throwing ass unless I see some fucking money fall (Fall, fall, fall)
N***a, let me see them dollars fall
I ain't make my pussy talk unless I see that money talk (Talk, talk, talk)
N***a, can you make your pockets talk?
I don't want no five, n***a, I want the six digits
Na-na the thermometer, bitch, I want them nine inches
I don't want no five, n***a, I want the six digits
Na-na the thermometer, bitch, I want them nine inches

[Verse 2]
Okay, you know that I'm a freak (Freak)
He know I ain't no good (No good)
He know I charge a fee (A fee)
He always got me booked (He comfortable)
He hit me with that D (Ooh)
I take it like a crook (Ooh)
But baby I'm a P (Ooh), it ain't no kissin' hoes (Huh?)
Got a lotta ass on me, look so soft, make you wanna grab, don't it? (Grab on it)
N***a wanna stand on it (Stand)
Don't go in your pocket unless you pullin' out a couple hundred (Where it's at?)
I done been there and done it
Them lil' hoes ain't talkin' no real money (No real money)
Talkin' 'bout fifty-hundred (Haha)
Get him lil' geekable, he'll never give a fuck
[Pre-Chrous]
And I'm off a pill (Pill)
I see them dollar signs, I need somethin' to feel (Feel, yeah)
You say you love me, n***a, show me that it's real (Show me)
Fuck all that talkin', why you all up in my grill? (Why?)
You cut that check, throw me a bag, we got a deal

[Chorus]
I ain't throwing ass unless I see some fucking money fall (Fall, fall, fall)
N***a, let me see them dollars fall
I ain't make my pussy talk unless I see that money talk (Talk, talk, talk)
N***a, can you make your pockets talk?
I don't want no five, n***a, I want the six digits
Na-na the thermometer, bitch, I want them nine inches
I don't want no five, n***a, I want the six digits
Na-na the thermometer, bitch, I want them nine inches

[Outro]
Uh-huh
Can't-can't be fuckin' with no broke n***a, I don't want no broke n***a dick
I want a n***a that can dick-dick-dick me good and can pay my rent