Jim Jones - I Like lyrics

[Young Swift:] Yea [Hook: Young Swift] I woke up this morning, with a brand new swag Like f** these n***as, let's get this cash I like money and b**hes, and b**hes with money I'm a real a** n***a, you can't take that from me I like money and b**hes {Yea}, and b**hes with money {I Like} Money and b**hes {Yea}, and b**hes with money {I Like} Money and b**hes {b**hes}, money and b**hes {b**hes}, money and b**hes {I Like} Money and b**hes {I Like} [Verse 1: Young Swift] Look Ok I like that cash, I like that loaf She say she like that dick, well girl that dick like you It's Charge Nation the army, give that soldier salute And if it's me and my b**h then I like that coupe I throw some ice on too, just so I shine right Then I blow what's left, getting my mind right Money on the radar get it till the graveyard And my homie got that thang n***a, go on play hard {heh} Ok it's raining, n***a what that flood cost I found hate, but no love lost Do it like I taught you, getting twisted like a cork screw If you ever wanna ball, then tell them Swiffa sports you {Hey} [Hook: Young Swift] [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] I got money with n***as {Yea}, she like n***as with money {Snow} I say "Cot Damn girl! Hey what's up with your tummy! " {Yeaaaa} She say "Look at me Snow. You know I been in the gym. {Yea} He ain't blowin on strong, so I ain't f**in with him. {Ha Haaa} See you stepped up your swag {Swag}, See you rockin them Timbs." I say "b**h these just boots! {Boots} You see me rockin these gems! {Damn} Don't I look Liberace? {... Ace} Don't I look so Versace? {Snow} Take a look at me now! {Now} I used to trap in huaraches! " {Yeaaaa} Right now you a 10 as you see I can count I said "You sure look good, hey but what's in your account? " {Aye} I don't f** broke b**hes, {Nah} cause them b**hes be funny {Funny} They spend they money on b**hes, {b**hes} I like my b**hes with money Snow {Yea} [Hook: Young Swift] [Verse 3: Jim Jones] I woke up this morning, praise to Allah Last night got crazy, blew 20k at the bar Love them b**hes with credit, a car, and a job I'm a freak for them watches, my dick get hard for Chopards {Grr} Hopped out left the turbo on, got out it like word is born Her mouth is fowl but it turn me on Had to crack a dial on that Tourbillion APT that's watch talk, Black GT that's drop talk Like a baby head, my top soft Hit the club and we pop collars Private jet, one way to heaven Taking bets 2k11 Hold's 8 stacks and I ain't sweatin 40 for the stone 8 for the setting {Grr} She need a job talkin bout she don't need a man I said f** you b**h, I don't need a b**h I just feed them dreams like Peter Pan [Hook: Young Swift]