[Hook]

It’s the motherfuckin’ roaring twenties

More money, more problems

Countin’ more twenties

More money, more problems

Countin’ more benjis

Hoes love me, hoes hate me

We got so many

She pull her skirt up for your boy like it’s the

Roaring twenties

More money, more problems

Countin’ more twenties

More money, more problems

Countin’ more bеnjis

Hoes love me, hoеs hate me

We got so many

She pull her skirt up for your boy like it’s the roaring twenties

[Verse]

A twenty dollar bill make that ass shake

I give you one dime for a twenty dollar hand shake

Twenty back strokes give her back pains

I got green everywhere around me, look like grass stains

All the single ladies, keep your hand raised

She a foreign shorty, so we using Google Translate

Did a couple things that I can’t say

If she want the truth, then I’m ripping off the band-aid

2020 vision with the black frames

Roaring twenties, but it's feeling like a second Black Plague

We are not the same, what a damn shame

Back then, I got mad shade from my classmates

But, I guess that’s the way it go

Draw a line up in the sand, we got the SOS like “SAVE OUR SOULS”

Ain’t nobody eating off my plate, I’m taking those to-go

Tell her that she trippin’ if she think that I’m gon’ pay for both

‘Cause, she an expensive bitch

When the waiter come around, I ask for separate checks

Now she go and tell her friends this ain’t no regular dick

Tell her say my name louder, needs more emphasis

Said I got a couple hits that I can bless you with

And she got a couple friends and they extra thick

I can’t keep a bitch around don’t need the extra stress

I make her pack up all her things like it’s class dismissed

[Hook]

It’s the motherfuckin’ roaring twenties

More money, more problems

Countin’ more twenties

More money, more problems

Countin’ more benjis

Hoes love me, hoes hate me

We got so many

She pull her skirt up for your boy like it’s the

Roaring twenties

More money, more problems

Countin’ more twenties

More money, more problems

Countin’ more benjis

Hoes love me, hoes hate me

We got so many

She pull her skirt up for your boy like it’s the roaring twenties