[Chorus]
Tattoos on her Gold Skin
Backing up her lower end
All that a** got me throwing Ben
Franklin' there he go again, there he go again
Damn girl you going in
[Hook 1]
Love watching you perform
Backstroking in the money on the floor
Look up- watch it rain down hundreds, rain down hundreds
Rain down hundreds (down, down, down, down)
[Hook 2]
You the sh**, you- you the sh**
Yeah- f** these hoes you the b**h
[Verse 1]
Got me f**ing up commas like I got bad grammar
She wanna lay up but I think I'ma slam her
Slap a** like its backboard
I NBA JAM her
And I ain't tryna wait for it
So maybe I'll, maybe I'll, pay for it
Slide in that p**y like skateboard (uh)
I'm talking XXX games
I think thats an even exchange
Baby let me explain
Maybe I'm in love with the-
[Chorus]
Tattoos on ya Gold Skin
Uh, or the way you be backing up your lower end
All that a** got me throwing Ben
Franklin' there he go again, there he go again
Damn, you going in
[Verse 2]
Girl your thick as Actavis
And I can tell you been practicing
f** it throw it backwards then
I'm about to slap it with a stack of tens
Thinking maybe we should cut this club sh** short like an acronym
Molly, we took half of them
Now we faded like a gradient
Them cheeks clapping like the Superbowl stadium
Had to tell her-
[Hook 2]
You the sh**, you- you the sh**
Yeah- f** these hoes you the b**h
[Verse 3]
Enough foolishness, staring at that gluteus
Thinking about all the things that I would do to it
Tip, tipping you got me running through this sh**
But I ain't even tripping
I'm just thanking God you exist
[Chorus]
Tattoos on her Gold Skin
Back back backing up her lower end
All that a** got me throwing Ben
Franklin' there he go again, there he go again
Damn, you going in
f** it, run them all
[Hook 1]
Love watching you perform
Backstroking and the money on the floor
Look up- watch it rain down hundreds, rain down hundreds
Rain down hundreds (down, down, down, down)