L8R lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo, you rocking with the man crook
You can get your man took quicker than your hand shook
No frontin', it’s about his paper
He a giver, I’m a taker and a fibber and a faker
You gotta spend a lot for this behavior
If it ain’t about a dollar, I’m a holler at you later

[Bridge]
Yeah, you already know
I get the dough and it’s never slow (and it's never slow)
Let me know, and if you don’t, it’s whatever, yo
(Pay, pay, pay)
Gotta get it, gotta get, I gotta get it
You gotta spend a lot for this behavior
If it ain’t about a dollar, I’m a holler at you later

[Verse 2]
Light skin world, light skin girls
Switching his vanilla cause he likes that swirl, yeah
He like black girls and he love a musician
I'm f*cking with this older n*gga, he a f*cking magician, son
He tricking off, cause my verse perverse
And j*rking off when a b*tch rehearse him
And when I lift the skirt, your n*gga never gotta be coerced
To just squirt and he eats the dessert and that’s some real sh*t
I mean real tits, nice ass, tight twat
Dome f*cking up a n*gga home, call a b*tch S.W.A.T
Uh, I get it tighter than a gridlock
Open your face and let a b*tch squat
I tell him you should let his b*tch watch
Cause she wanna kiss, nah
I tell her she could lick this box
Cause I ain’t really with that di*k-swap
Even if you switch socks
b*tch is fishier than Chip Shop
And he was praying that her sh*t pop
Every time I say deeper, I get it warmer than a space heater
No ordinary taste either, it's that candy
He was tryna lick it off the seam of my panties
I was tryna kick him out, but he was like can he-
Eat a little dinner, want to sit with my family
Nah, there's probably not a lot in this container
If it ain’t about a dollar, I’m a holler at you later (ha!)
[Outro: Azealia Banks & Guest]
Ayo, shout out all my ratchet b*tches
Aha, shout out all the ratchet b*tches, ratchet b*tches make the world go 'round
Word up, if it wasn't for ratchet b*tches, I don't know where I would be in life
*Laughing*
Yo, ratchet b*tches holdin' it down
Ratchet b*tches hold a n*gga down more than the prissy b*tches and the boujie b*tches do 'cause ratchet b*tches used to that bull sh*t
They used to gettin' life's short end of the stick so, they know how to deal with opposition
So, shout out to a- shout out to all my ratchet people
All across the world, shout out all the ratchet people
'Cause ratchetness is needed and everybody got a lil bit of ratchetness in them