Porsche

By Fan’Cyee

Released on June 12, 2021

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Throw your hands up in the air and swing your hips back and forth

Bend it over bust it down and make that nigga throw a Porsche

Make that nigga throw a Porsche

Make that nigga throw a Porsche

Bend it over bust it down and make that nigga throw a Porsche

Throw your hands up in the air and swing your hips back and forth

Bend it over bust it down and make that nigga throw a Porsche

Make that nigga throw a Porsche

Make that nigga throw a Porsche

Bend it over bust it down and make that nigga throw a Porsche

This one for my girls who be working that pole

Take it to the top, pop a split down low

Shaking that ass for them dividends, you rocking all the latest trends

I see you keep working, shake that ass don't stop twerking, niggas get slick

Got a couple niggas lurking, guns on they hips like a military sеrgeants

And they screaming fuck you pay mе

Getting money, do this daily and you hating ass hoes don't phase me

Because it's ya man who pays me

He watch me drop it low and shake that ass down to the flo

He giving me all his mothafuckin' dough, and he always coming back for no more Aye

We putting down payments on a Porsche or Ferrari, giving no fucks no sorrys

In V.I.P. So

Wavy and gnarly, with a bad bitch named Ari

Popping big bottles that's what we do

How the fuck you feeling, we don't have a clue, or better yet we don't care

Race me to the money I'll beat you there!

Throw your hands up in the air and swing your hips back and forth

Bend it over bust it down and make that nigga throw a Porsche

Make that nigga throw a Porsche

Make that nigga throw a Porsche

Bend it over bust it down and make that nigga throw a Porsche

Shake it like you make him wanna put a ring on it

Make him throw whatever he would actually spend on it

Got him standing at attention, he my mothafuckin' soldier and

I keep him up and running like a morning cup of folgers

Watch me break it down, these niggas love the way

I do my dance and if you wanna conversation

Nigga better to have them bands

Cuz money is the code that we live by, seaside eating shrimp and ribeyes

Diamonds on our fingernails and neck and wrist as well

We fresh just like we've been baptized

Getting big money, put it in all caps, hair platinum blonde, like Halle berry on baps

Swear to god imma put my city on the map, you give me any beat and I swear I'll snap!

I got it these bitches know I locked up the game, ain't no doubt about it and

All these niggas that around me, ain't no guessing they all solid

A bitch real bad, got all these niggas eyes popping out they sockets

I'm blasting off into the sky, call me ms. Johnny rocket!

Throw your hands up in the air and swing your hips back and forth

Bend it over bust it down and make that nigga throw a Porsche

Make that nigga throw a Porsche

Make that nigga throw a Porsche

Bend it over bust it down and make that nigga throw a Porsche