Bali Baby – Futurama lyrics

[Intro]
(Izze The Producer)
(ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)

[Chorus]
Ooh, cash, cash, give me the cash
Goin' so fast, I might fuck up the dash
(Wait, what? Hmm, it's me)
Ooh, splash, splash, diamonds on splash
Lookin' so clear that my ass is a glass
(Drip, drip, is that glass on your neck right there?)
Ooh, trash, trash, these bitches is trash
You fucked my brothers and let 'em all smash
(You a ho, you a ho, you a ho, you a ho)
What? Ask, ask, please do not ask
Talkin' behind me, then I might just crash
(Man, I don't know shit, don't ask me no mothafuckin' questions)
Bitch, what?

[Verse]
My foreign no rental, bitch, you had potential
Suck a dick, yeah, it's all in your mental
They're takin' notes, no pen and pencil
Knock on my door, you will not enter
Can't trust that bitch, you find her, I'll tend her
Yeah, can't trust these bitches, they all some pretenders
Pull up on a nigga, make him surrender
Yeah, I feel on her titties, she say that shit tender
Eat up a beat just like it is dinner
I can't come in second, I'm always the winner
Yeah, I say my prayers, I know I'm a sinner
Futurama, baby, I'm gonna bend her
You hit her, I quit her
No matter the gender, I'll fuck her, then send her
Bitch, I ain't your vendor, you was a contender
I'm not an offender, your bitch a attender

[Chorus]
Ooh, cash, cash, give me the cash
Goin' so fast, I might fuck up the dash
(Wait, what? Hmm, it's me)
Ooh, splash, splash, diamonds on splash
Lookin' so clear that my ass is a glass
(Drip, drip, is that glass on your neck right there?)
Ooh, trash, trash, these bitches is trash
You fucked my brothers and let 'em all smash
(You a ho, you a ho, you a ho, you a ho)
What? Ask, ask, please do not ask
Talkin' behind me, then I might just crash
(Man, I don't know shit, don't ask me no mothafuckin' questions)
Bitch