Models (feat. TMC the DON)

Ayy, ayy, hey, ayy, buddy, ayy She got a shape of a bottle Exotic lil' baby, I think she a model Designer you, baby, Balenci' your body I'm wellin' you and I don't think you acknowledge I'm hittin' the gas, I don't care 'bout the mileage She ridin' me, baby, I tap on her throttle And I just want Cuban links up on my body And I just want Forgiatos when I ride it, and I She love the Gucci and Prada My foot on they neck like a shirt on a collar You mention my name, better be 'bout a dollar I stay with that stick like I'm Harry and Potter You cut that bitch off, so don't worry about it I bossed her up, gotta bury your mileage Gucci and Prada, she wearin' red bottoms I want me some head, I'mma marry a scholar She rock Dior with the Fendi, she always look pretty I think that I married a stylist BBL, touch on her gently, she ride like a Bentley I think that I married her body Ayy, I got ninety-nine problems, but bitches ain't one The dick in her throat, make her cum from her lung Put my thumb in her butt, beat her ass like a drum This position right here, you'll be havin' my son, yeah Bitch, I'm already numb to cold I like her body, but I told her we can have bitches in multiples Threesome got you fantasizing I'm readin' your body, know you gettin' comfortable Ooh, now you sayin' I'm one of the greatest She rockin' Amiris, keep her in the latest I'm countin' the money, she like when I break it down She love a big stepper, I pop it, Stojaković And I run my whole squad like I'm Popovich (hey, ah) Take me a solid ho over a poppin' bitch Just in case you go broke and they hoppin' dick I get more head than a bald net She eat me up, I'm an omelette I'm 'bout my coin like I'm Sonic All this bread got my neck and my arms lit And I'm spinnin', eeny, meeny, any model, pick a model Really we the hottest in the town Told me that you tired of playin' games with me That you wanna see what we about Oh, gee, ma You want a Rollie, a G-Shock She fuckin' with me and she fuck on a don I really can't blame her, 'cause we hot Ayy, she got a shape of a bottle Exotic lil' baby, I think she a model Designer you, baby, Balenci' your body I'm wellin' you and I don't think you acknowledge I'm hittin' the gas, I don't care 'bout the mileage She ridin' me, baby, I tap on her throttle And I just want Cuban links up on my body And I just want Forgiatos when I ride it, and I She love the Gucci and Prada My foot on they neck like a shirt on a collar You mention my name, better be 'bout a dollar I stay with that stick like I'm Harry and Potter You cut that bitch off, so don't worry about it I bossed her up, gotta bury your mileage Gucci and Prada, she wearin' red bottoms I want me some head, I'mma marry a scholar Hey, I'mma marry a scholar Hey, I'mma marry a scholar Uh, I'mma marry a scholar Ah, ah, hey, I'mma marry a scholar Hey, I'mma marry a scholar Uh, I'mma marry a scholar Uh, I'mma marry a scholar