[Produced By Metro Boomin]
[Hook x2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Do it for the dead presidents
Wanna see you do it for the dead presidents
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Make it clap on a handstand, hold it with no hands
Can you take it from the binack or would you run like trinack?
Girl can you ride like a Ducati, fast like a Ferrari
Flip you over on your back, and slam like Shaq
She like it when I f** her from the side
She like to drink Hennessy and get high
Out of town b**hes come through here with dreams
All these hoes be on the same things
Baby want em all, but they all rich and famous
f**ing ball players and entertainers
Rolling blunts up, but you know I smoke papers
And b**h don't you know I'm Taylor
I'm a mack, I'm a player
If she about her paper
Lames can't call her
She only f** with ballers
I tell her like
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Go ahead and show a n***a something
Bust it open, let a n***a touch it
Show a n***a that you ain't bluffing
If I tip anymore, we f**ing
Do it for the dead presidents
Give me head like my name Bill Clinton
I know you ain't got no limits
Tell your boyfriend to mind his business
Spend a night with me, that's priceless
Rubber bands on her, she dyking
Shawty do it like a pro, tryna act like she don't like it
Them n***as gon be upset, they mad, they hate
That cheddar get her naked, she s** dick for a small donation
If it ain't bout money stop talking
I ain't with it if I can't make a profit
Broke n***as can't stand next to me unless they got my deposits
Spark my joint up full of broccoli, I lift off just like a rocket
Know y'all f** n***as still talking but I can't hear you over my pockets
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[Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan]
You won't get in my residence (Nah n***a)
I got a concierge sitting at the gate (For security)
Stacking them dead presidents (How you feel Quan?)
Feeling like Larenz Tate (Hey!)
I bet them dead presidents will make her stay (Ooh!)
I bet a dead president will make her get naked (Bet!)
Talking bout she celibate (hah), till I whip my dick out
Now she want to f** (Huh?), b**h I need dead presidents (Money!)
The b**h got mad cause I'm f**ing her friend
Shawty went through my phone, you don't find the evidence (Okay!)
These b**hes ain't sh**
She'll leave that n***a for all these dead presidents
My swag on 1 plus 99 (Uh huh!)
Started with the mid, graduated to a dime
Can't touch this sh** n***a, hammer time
I got a trust fund waiting on my grandson
Can't touch this sh**, can't touch this sh** n***a
What you gon do Quan? (Four four!)
Shoot it at his head
Bank roll fold like a futon, n***a I ain't playing
n***a I ain't change (Nah!), the money did, dumba** (Stupid!)
The money ain't the same, now I'm cutting dumb fast (Yea)
Lil shawty got a dumb a** (Ooh)
Imma tell that ho to bend that a** over and
[Hook]