Do The Math Lyrics

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Ay, It cost to live like this, you hear me

She shaking ass, she gon' throw it back

She gon' drop it fuckin' low for a couple racks

I'ma dunk in her pussy like a nigga Shaq

Run that thang lil' bitch make that ass clap

She want a date a young nigga, thats in his bag

Diamonds wet on my wrist like I took a bath

I'm really him, lil' bitch, I ain't gotta brag

Hundred bands im' the man, you do the math

Shake that ass, lil' bitch, toot it back

Count the cash, lil' bitch, get it bag

Buzz down on my bitch, I got em' mad

Red beam on a chop, laser tag

She called a nigga poppy, but I'm not her dad

She give a nigga sloppy-toppy, I didn't ask

No cap after that, she in my past

After I hit Jimmy Neutron, I got a blast

Swerve the beamer, lil' bitch, run that bag up

Feel the niggas shells, you know I'm finna gas up

Applause, lil' bitch, clap that ass up

Home run, that pussy, I'm finna bat it up

Drop it down, pick it up

Bad bitch, light skin, and she thick as fuck

She gon' hop on my horse like Giddy Up

Ion' fuck with these niggas like I'm Uncle Rus

The way she sack her ass, she got it from her mama

She drive a Kia, friend drive a Honda

I'ma beat the pussy up like a pianta'

She gon' cut the fuckin' ass like a fuckin' chopper

Run that for the gang, I'ma make it rain

I'ma buy her a drink like I'm T-Pain

She'll do anything for them Ben Frank

She gon' give me fuckin' brain while I'm switchin' lanes

I be drippin' on these niggas, hot sauce

All I took is fuckin' bitch, my fault

I be bullin' with this bitch with the top off

Many niggas bitch made, RuPaul

Bitch, I'm in my fuckin' bag, on you goof, balls

And she back that ass up like a U-Haul

Keep a pocket rockin' on me like I'm Chris Paul

Bitch, I'm up now, bitch, I got her pissed off, yeah

She shake her ass, she gon' throw it back

She gon' drop a fuckin' low for a couple racks

I'ma dunk in her pussy like a nigga Shaq

Run that thang lil' bitch make that ass clap

Ay, it cost to live like this, you hear me