I Like lyrics

[Young Swift]

Yea

[Hook: Young Swift]
I woke up this morning, with a brand new swag
Like f*ck these n*ggas, let’s get this cash
I like money and b*tches, and b*tches with money
I’m a real ass n*gga, you can’t take that from me
I like money and b*tches [Yea], and b*tches with money [I Like]
Money and b*tches [Yea], and b*tches with money [I Like]
Money and b*tches [b*tches], money and b*tches [b*tches], money and b*tches[I Like]
Money and b*tches [I Like]

[Verse 1: Young Swift]

Look
Ok I like that cash, I like that loaf
She say she like that di*k, well girl that di*k like you
It’s Charge Nation the army, give that soldier salute
And if it’s me and my b*tch then I like that coupe
I throw some ice on too, just so I shine right
Then I blow what’s left, getting my mind right
Money on the radar get it till the graveyard
And my homie got that thang n*gga, go on play hard [heh]
Ok it’s raining, n*gga what that flood cost
I found hate, but no love lost
Do it like I taught you, getting twisted like a cork screw
If you ever wanna ball, then tell them Swiffa sports you [Hey]
[Hook: Young Swift]

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]

I got money with n*ggas [Yea], she like n*ggas with money [Snow]
I say "Cot Damn girl! Hey what's up with your tummy!" [Yeaaaa]
She say "Look at me Snow. You know I been in the gym.[Yea]
He ain't blowin on strong, so I ain't f*ckin with him. [Ha Haaa]
See you stepped up your swag [Swag], See you rockin them Timbs."
I say "b*tch these just boots![Boots] You see me rockin these gems![Damn]
Don't I look Liberace? [...Ace] Don't I look so Versace? [Snow]
Take a look at me now![Now] I used to trap in huaraches!" [Yeaaaa]
Right now you a 10 as you see I can count
I said "You sure look good, hey but what's in your account?" [Aye]
I don't f*ck broke b*tches, [Nah] cause them b*tches be funny [Funny]
They spend they money on b*tches, [b*tches] I like my b*tches with money
Snow [Yea]

[Hook: Young Swift]

[Verse 3: Jim Jones]

I woke up this morning, praise to Allah
Last night got crazy, blew 20k at the bar
Love them b*tches with credit, a car, and a job
I’m a freak for them watches, my di*k get hard for Chopards[Grr]
Hopped out left the turbo on, got out it like word is born
Her mouth is fowl but it turn me on
Had to crack a dial on that Tourbillion
APT that's watch talk, Black GT that's drop talk
Like a baby head, my top soft
Hit the club and we pop collars
Private jet, one way to heaven
Taking bets 2k11
Hold's 8 stacks and I ain't sweatin
40 for the stone 8 for the setting [Grr]
She need a job talkin bout she don't need a man
I said f*ck you b*tch, I don’t need a b*tch
I just feed them dreams like Peter Pan
[Hook: Young Swift]