Letra de 'Panties To The Side (feat. French Montana, Tyga, Bow Wow & Gudda Gudda)' de Rich Gang

Shorty pull her panties to the side
Told me keep my feelings to the side
For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Shorty pull her panties to the side
Told me keep my feelings to the side
For them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds

She move them panties to the side
She give me head while I drive
These bitches flyin' in like flies
Maybach, no roof, turn a bitch, butterfly
Rose gold in that Autobon
I'm gettin' money in real time
That big hand on them dollar signs
I'm on west coast rich time
Get punched out for yo' punchlines
These niggas snitchin' like I did the crime
I get the cake like the baker man
No jamaican kush, that's Beenie Man
These niggas hood-hoppers
Don't give a bitch no options
I do this shit for my squadron
Ain't got no time for no conference
I call up some real niggas, but they ain't 'bout that talkin'
I walk in wit' my bitch, fattest ass in the party

Started with a stack, then I got 5 mo'
Could have bought a ball team, with all this money I blow
Walk in stalls, cause these hoes know im finna go retarded
Ballin hard no James Harden, Bentley truck to big to park it
Comma get for that work, Gettin head blowin purp
One hand on this blunt, other hand up her skirt
Pussy sweet like apple juice, fuck her til her pussy loose
And when im done, pass her to my man, so Ben can see what that pussy do
And she touching her self, what you gone off a molly
And she thick, and she finer than a mothafucka, lookin like tatted [?]
Fuck all night no strings attached
Say no on love shit, girl this some fun shit
Dick to [?], and when I lick this spot I'mma make you cum quick

Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids
I'm with the number one stunna,
Hands rubbin everytime we doing numbers,
GT, Waka, all summer
Yeah, its time to bring them raris out
Scratch that, we bringing them bugatti out
I'mma show em how to get this money
I'm laughing to the bank, you niggas money funny
I'mma real nigga, you is a counterfeit
Throw a hunnid racks, tell her count it bitch
Money blowing like a fountain, bitch
All my paper adding up, you only talking shit