Bree Runway - ATM lyrics

Met a guy from England He was flying first class straight to Japan Said he wanna take me real higher But I know he really only want my vagina Swipe swipe that’s my language Only rock with a n***a that can handle it You know what I need and there ain’t nobody finer Shoes top skirt bling purse all designer Huh tough b***h but my a*s soft They said I look like a painting by Van Gogh You know a girl like me cost Ain’t gotta talk too much but you know what’s up Pretty b***h chocolate like some D’ussé And I stay on his mind like a toupee I don’t really worry bout getting too deep Cause he really know how to work that machine A-T-M A-T-A-T-M A-T-M A-T-A-T-M A-T-M A-T-A-T-M Push my bu*ton my bu*ton again A-T-M A-T-A-T-M A-T-M A-T-A-T-M A-T-M A-T-A-T-M Push my bu*ton my bu*ton again (Here we go) Met this dude in West Palm Beach He was so fine asked could he call me Yeah probably if you spend your money But if you don’t got a job get the hell up off me Hopped on my vacation cruise My type of boo them Jamaican dudes Him like “Come ‘ere girl lemme show you a move So I can boom-boom-boom you across da room” Like party party pop it pop it Put some cash all in my deposit Make it shoot out boom like a rocket Uh-oh wait a minute I’m so nasty Yeah let me work that work that Misdemeanor all in the bag that’s Birkin Showtime open up the curtain I’m a classy chick y’all birds still chirping Ooh ooh y’all birds still chirping I got so much drip you can see me surfing A-T-M A-T-A-T-M A-T-M A-T-A-T-M A-T-M A-T-A-T-M Push my bu*ton my bu*ton again A-T-M A-T-A-T-M A-T-M A-T-A-T-M A-T-M A-T-A-T-M Push my bu*ton my bu*ton again Wind your body low Make him spend some more Ain’t nothing personal A-T-M A-T-A-T-M A-T-M A-T-A-T-M A-T-M A-T-A-T-M Push my bu*ton my bu*ton again A-T-M A-T-A-T-M A-T-M A-T-A-T-M A-T-M A-T-A-T-M Push my bu*ton my bu*ton (Please) M A-T-M A-T-A-T-M M M M A-T-M A-T-A-T-M M Let’s go Let’s gooo