GMK(Grand Master King) - Models And Monsters lyrics

(Verse) Thousand dollars for the jeans Shorty a** supreme too bad she never made it to the team Her backside bring out the beast That wake up the streets That puts all the dogs on the heat Clap for jesus now ok Clap for jesus She looking for her life She tryna find the pieces She had it all Young life of a mistress She Party with the riches Ain't worried about her fitness Me a grown Man Baby me can't wait Time to Go We 2 hours late She wana do coke and have s** While I do mad songs and cash cheques She wana f** me To the sounds of gwen stefani My suit on Tony sipriani Do it in the car like starsky and hutch We hold london town Shout outs my n***a wami I switch it back Boy watchu looking at That booty bad But I don't want what fela kuti had That gucci bag Will you get you fifty bags n the downtown road Where the young girls moan for that gucci bag And its ironic You Living like you on it Forgeting the f**ing roots Money became became object Sold her soul in the city she didn't make no profit All Turned into ashes No money for a coffin Lock it !