Gold Skin

Tattoos on her Gold Skin
Backing up her lower end
All that ass got me throwing Ben
Franklin' there he go again, there he go again
Damn girl you going in
Love watching you perform
Backstroking in the money on the floor
Look up- watch it rain down hundreds, rain down hundreds
Rain down hundreds (down, down, down, down)
You the shit, you- you the shit
Yeah- fuck these hoes you the bitch
Got me fucking up commas like I got bad grammar
She wanna lay up but I think I’ma slam her
Slap ass like its backboard
I NBA JAM her
And I ain’t tryna wait for it
So maybe I’ll, maybe I’ll, pay for it
Slide in that pussy like skateboard (uh)
I’m talking XXX games
I think thats an even exchange
Baby let me explain
Maybe I’m in love with the-
Tattoos on ya Gold Skin
Uh, or the way you be backing up your lower end
All that ass got me throwing Ben
Franklin' there he go again, there he go again
Damn, you going in
Girl your thick as Actavis
And I can tell you been practicing
Fuck it throw it backwards then
I’m about to slap it with a stack of tens
Thinking maybe we should cut this club shit short like an acronym
Molly, we took half of them
Now we faded like a gradient
Them cheeks clapping like the Superbowl stadium
Had to tell her-
You the shit, you- you the shit
Yeah- fuck these hoes you the bitch
Enough foolishness, staring at that gluteus
Thinking about all the things that I would do to it
Tip, tipping you got me running through this shit
But I ain’t even tripping
I’m just thanking God you exist
Tattoos on her Gold Skin
Back back backing up her lower end
All that ass got me throwing Ben
Franklin' there he go again, there he go again
Damn, you going in
Fuck it, run them all
Love watching you perform
Backstroking and the money on the floor
Look up- watch it rain down hundreds, rain down hundreds
Rain down hundreds (down, down, down, down)