Ty$ - Dead Presidents lyrics

[Hook x2:] 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 [?] or would you run like [?] Girl can you vibe like a Ducati, fast like a Ferrari Flip you over on your back, it sound like Shaq She like it when I f** her from the side She like to drink Hennessey and get high Out of town b**hes come through here with [?] 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 sponsored links 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 Mike Jordan up, boy I love 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 I got a concierge sitting at the gate Stacking them dead presidents Feeling like Lorenzo Tate I bet them dead presidents will make her stay I bet a dead president will make her get naked Talking bout she [?], till I whip my dick out, now she want to f** b**h I need dead presidents The b**h got mad cause I’m f**ing her friend Show me one through my phone, you don’t find the evidence These b**hes ain’t sh**, she’ll leave that n***a for all these dead presidents My swag on 1 plus 99 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? Shoot it at his head Bank roll fold like a futon, n***a I ain’t playing n***a ain’t change, the money did, dumba** The money ain’t the same Now I’m cutting [?] Lil shawty got a dumb a** Imma tell her to bend that a** over and [Hook]