Jazmine Sullivan - Pricetags

Yeah

Hunneds, hunneds in my hand

Want it, want it, spend them bands

Yeah, I'ma take all I can get

That money keep that pussy wet

Hunneds, hunneds in my hand

Want it, want it, spend them bands

Yeah, I'ma take all I can get

That money keeps that pussy wet

Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that

Fuck them pricetags

I ain't lookin' I just pick that, pick that

Turn me on when he say, "Get that, get that"

Make me wanna pull the freak out, freak out

He say, "Oh, I see you speak now"

That's right, reach down and pull the cash out, cash out

Make me love you, take your last out, last out, yeah

Hunneds, hunneds in my hand

Want it, want it, spend them bands

Yeah, I'ma take all I can get

That money keep that pussy wet

Hunneds, hunneds in my hand

Want it, want it, spend them bands

Yeah, I'ma take all I can get

That money keeps that pussy wet

Now, now and if you wanna see me drip like a faucet

I can be ya freak, throw it back, let you toss it

Spend a few stacks, keep a bad bitch happy

Real niggas know what make a bitch get nasty

Flashy, that's how I dress if you ask me

Pass me, you broke niggas can't catch me

He don't half step so I call him, "Big daddy"

If he want the pussy, first he gotta Cashapp me, hunneds

Hunneds, hunneds in my hand

Want it, want it, spend them bands

Yeah, I'ma take all I can get

That money keep that pussy wet

Hunneds, hunneds in my hand

Want it, want it, spend them bands

Yeah, I'ma take all I can get

That money keeps that pussy wet

Trickin' off regardless, spendin' my hard earned

I'd rather get a purse then deal with the heart burn

She don't wanna work, she takin' the week off

Shit I'm startin' to think you don't even have a job

Lookin' at ya exes, all of 'em ball players

2012 Lexus, still ain't paid off yet

Pullin' out my wallet, got no credit cards in it

If I let you play, you gon' have a ball with it

(Fallin', fallin', fallin')

I'm tryna forget it, you know it's just really disheartenin', but um

I done paid for all kinds of nursin' classes

Now, now she sayin' she wanna be a mothafuckin' make up artist?

You don't want the chips if it got the guac missin'

You only want the Benz if it's AMG kitted

But if I get pinched based off suspicion

Is you gone sing like Bobby in New Edition? (Yeah)

Forget it, momma told me put the kid in

So I did it, but that baby came out black as Samuel in Pulp Fiction

I'm light skinneded, my grand daddy Indian

You fuckin' with my lineage and dividends

Peace and light, I wish you all the love

Please get out my house, I'll call the cops

I think I have spent my final buck

I think I'm out to lunch

Hunneds, hunneds in my hand

Want it, want it, spend them bands

Yeah, I'ma take all I can get

That money keep that pussy wet

Hunneds, hunneds in my hand

Want it, want it, spend them bands

Yeah, I'ma take all I can get

That money keeps that pussy wet