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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Porter
Travis Porter
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donquez Woods
Donquez Woods
Composer
Harold Duncan
Harold Duncan
Composer
Lakeen "Ali" Mattox
Lakeen "Ali" Mattox
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She got an ass on her
And she pretty in the face
Now spend some cash on her
It ain't nothing to a player
Aww yea, aww yea
Aww yea, aww yea
[Verse 2]
If you getting money, put your hands in the air
Pockets full of hundreds, so I'm stunting all year
Aww yea, aww yea
Aww yea, aww yea
[Verse 3]
All white thing with the orange inside
I been counting money all day, all night
Bad bitch with me, I don't let her stand up
Took her from her ****, had to get his bands up
Probably me and you smoking weed, getting drunk
Took her for a show, couldn't find what I want
Easter clean, Diesel jeans
Thirty K in hundreds and it's for the whole team
[Verse 4]
Packed the whole club, got hoes in the VI
Shawty want a baller, she know that's what we 'bout
Hundred for the belt, four hundred for the Prada
I came in flexing everything that's popping bottles
This for the strippers and the girls selling models
Put her through college when I'm playing with them dollars
Fourteen grams, put it on the scale
Grabbing work from the street, **** not from Yale, yeah
[Verse 5]
She got an ass on her
And she pretty in the face
Now spend some cash on her
It ain't nothing to a player
Aww yea, aww yea
Aww yea, aww yea
[Verse 6]
If you getting money, put your hands in the air
Pockets full of hunnids, so I'm stunting all year
Aww yea, aww yea
Aww yea, aww yea
[Verse 7]
Said shawty got an ass on her and it's fat
I tried to take her home, but she'd rather take a cab
Dancing while we standing on the chair
You got a baller, gone put it in the air
I got some bands on me, I threw some bands on her
I wonder what she would do if I put my hands on her?
Pop a rubber band on her and do my dance on her
I only throw up the money, but watch it land on her
[Verse 8]
Now where the hoes at, where the blow at?
And where them real thick girls who take it low at?
Hey, where the weed at and where my G's at?
And where the freaks but a lady in the streets at?
Now make it clap for me, clap, clap for me
Now make it clap for me, clap, clap for me
Now make it shake for me, she shake, shake for me
Now make it shake for me, shake for me
Shake for me, shake for me
[Verse 9]
She got an ass on her
And she pretty in the face
Now spend some cash on her
It ain't nothing to a player
Aww yea, aww yea
Aww yea, aww yea
[Verse 10]
If you getting money, put your hands in the air
Pockets full of hundreds, so I'm stunting all year
Aww yea, aww yea
Aww yea, aww yea
[Verse 11]
This is for my girlies getting cake
Hit the club, ball 'bout to yell lil' mama straight
Every time we out to eat, you know it's shrimp and steak
And she ain't with the game, nah, lil' mama don't play
Shawty named Terrica, her friends call her TC
I met her friend named Erica, she really down to meet me
And I live in the area, somewhere off of Peach Street
She bad to the bone, make you care another no really
Aww yea, aww yea, aww yea
Her booty cause hell, cause hell, cause hell
She fuck with ball players, ball players, ball players
Well, bitch, I ball and yeah, I'm a player
Aww yea, aww yea
[Verse 12]
She got an ass on her
And she pretty in the face
Now spend some cash on her
It ain't nothing to a player
Aww yea, aww yea
Aww yea, aww yea
[Verse 13]
If you getting money, put your hands in the air
Pockets full of hundreds, so I'm stunting all year
Aww yea, aww yea
Aww yea, aww yea
Written by: Brian Alexander Birkbeck, Donquez Woods, Harold Duncan, Lakeem Grant, Lakeen "Ali" Mattox
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