Stunt N!gga lyrics

[Pre-Chorus:]
Everytime they see us
They know we stuntin’
Everytime they see us
They know we stuntin’
Swag all in the [?]
The floor, we stuntin’

[Chorus:]
Hold up
Yeah
Hold up
Throw money on a b*tch[x4]
Pop ma left hand up throw money[x4]
Hold up

[Verse 1:]
Pull up to the club in a tarantula (spider)
Lamborghini doors give em asthma (watch it)
Yo baby mama blowin up ma phone
But she ain’t got good head so I don’t answer her
Throw that ass, b*tch kill her
She pop her pus*y and she got her crew with her
Her homegirls bout that living
They on molly I know what to do wid em
b*tch throw that ass up, yea turn up
b*tch throw that ass up if you a [?]
Look at all them lame b*tches hatin on you
They go’n talk sh*t but they won’t run up
Club girl love a freak ho
b*tch I wanna see you do it on the di*k
If you got an ass like Molly I don’t wanna see you strip
Ho tis levels to this sh*t (flat)
I ain’t gotta see a lot of [?]
If that booty real i wanna feel
b*tch pop that pus*y lemme see
Throw that ass up, throw that ass then repeat it
She got a lot of tattooes on her legs
I heard she a fool with the head
She a pole killa, she’s not a twerker
Head down ass up n*gga throw her something
Hold up
[Pre-Chorus:]
Everytime they see us
They know we stuntin’
(Club god, kill’it)
Everytime they see us
They know we stuntin’
(Hold up, hold up)
Swag all in the [?]
The floor, we stuntin’
(HTown)

[Chorus:]
Hold up
Yeah
Hold up
Throw money on a b*tch[x4]
Pop ma left hand up throw money[x4]
Hold up

[Verse 2:]
I walk up in the club and all these on my di*k
I’m throwin up a lot of money and now she’s looking on my wrist
I tell her molly’s in my Benz and now she wanna suck ma di*k
I tell her keep that pus*y poppin’ and imma make her f*ckin’ rich
b*tch work that f*ckin’ pole, climb up and hold then let it go
Then buss it open on the floor then bring it back and touch your toes
Hold up you know these n*ggas broke
You know you wanna f*ck a boss
You know I got the f*cking paper
And I’m never fallin off
Club godzilla
Hold up
She want more bread
Throw them bands at her forehead
Throw that pus*y back like a frisbee
Baller i is be, and so is my associate
Take summer gang flex forever
You got a bad b*tch, I got several
These hoes call me Club Godzilla
Ain’t no other n*gga trilla except that n*gga that’s from Thriller (heeh)
Hold up
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