Metro Boomin - Dead Presidents lyrics

[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 [Hook] [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]