Do it for the dead presidents do it for the dead presidents

Do it for the dead presidents wanna see you do it for the dead presidents

Make it clap on a handstand

Hold it with no hands

Can you take it from the or would you run like

Girl can you vibe like a Ducati fast like a Ferrari

Flip you over on your back it sound like Shaq

She like it when I f**k her from the side

She like to drink Hennessey and get high

Out of town b***hes come through here with

All these h*es be on the same things

Baby want em all but they all rich and famous

F**king ball players and entertainers

Rolling blunts up but you know I smoke papers

And b***h don't you know I'm Taylor

I'm a mack I'm a player

If she about her paper

Lames can't call her

She only f**k with ballers

I tell her like

Go ahead and show a n***a something

Bust it open let a n***a touch it

Show a n***a that you ain't bluffing

If I tip anymore we f**king

Do it for the dead presidents

Give me head like my name Bill Clinton

I know you ain't got no limits

Tell your boyfriend to mind his business

Spend a night with me that's priceless

Rubber bands on her she dyking

Shawty do it like a pro tryna act like she don't like it

Them n***as gon be upset

They mad they hate

That cheddar get her naked she suck d**k for a small donation

If it ain't bout money stop talking

I ain't with it if I can't make a profit

Broke n***as can't stand next to me unless they got my deposits

Spark Mike Jordan up boy I love broccoli

I lift off just like a rocket

Know y'all f**k n***as still talking but I can't hear you over my pockets

You won't get in my residence

I got a concierge sitting at the gate

Stacking them dead presidents

Feeling like Lorenzo Tate

I bet them dead presidents will make her stay

I bet a dead president will make her get naked

Talking bout she till I whip my d**k out now she want to f**k

B***h I need dead presidents

The b***h got mad cause I'm f**king her friend

Show me one through my phone you don't find the evidence

These b***hes ain't s**t she'll leave that n***a for all these dead presidents

My swag on 1 plus 99

Started with the mid graduated to a dime

Can't touch this s**t n***a hammer time

I got a trust fund waiting on my grandson

Can't touch this s**t can't touch this s**t n***a

What you gon do Quan Shoot it at his head

Bank roll fold like a futon n***a I ain't playing

N***a ain't change the money did dumbass

The money ain't the same

Now I'm cutting

Lil shawty got a dumb a*s

I'mma tell her to bend that a*s over and