Tax Season Lyrics

Put it in my hand Little baby I'm a flip it

Your last dude fucked off your bag but I'm different

I'm just trying to put you on a level know you missing

My homies said you'd never be shit but I didn't listen

It is what it is ain't no slipping on my Pimping

Came from the bottom but I'll never lose my pivot

It's something about the way you walk by that ass ridiculous

And when you girl you the thickest

Don't gotta say much baby know that it's my year

Don't talk the talk I walk the walk don't have to follow peers

My name rings bells Dollarsign from ear to ear

She love when I pull out bigger than it appears

I hate when you try to blow me up I'm not no intertube

And I'm a give you dope dick strokes to this interlude

The type of nigga pull through baby always in the mood

Don't gotta say much know dollarsigns up in the room

That mouth drives me crazy feet run it up like track meets

Oh you say you love me that don't mean that you can trap me

Im a show you how this dog bark in the backseat

And I'm a show you how these taxes move but don't tax me

Put it in my hand Little baby I'm a flip it

Your last dude fucked off your bag but I'm different

I'm just trying to put you on a level know you missing

My homies said you'd never be shit but I didn't listen

It is what it is ain't no slipping on my Pimping

Came from the bottom but I'll never lose my pivot

It's something about the way you walk by that ass ridiculous

And when you Girl you the thickest Aye