Sparkbros - Reciprocate Lyrics

Ridin round you can catch me countin cake
Count the money little bitch reciprocate
If you can't do it get the f*ck up out my face
Why you talk little bitch she hella lame
Ridin round you can catch me countin cake
Count the money little bitch reciprocate
If you can't do it get the f*ck up out my face
Why you talk little bitch she hella lame
Lil mama just reciprocate, I might fly yo ass to a different state
Heard I moved into a new estate
I'm zooted, I'm coolin counting all this cake
She give me the head with no conversation
SB the gang yeah that's motivation
She throwing the pussy with no persuadin'
Loud pack yeah this shit be stankin'
Yeah she know that I got a bag
My pockets fat
Got these niggas mad
Real nigga getting to the cash gotta add it up
Cause I can't subtract
Didn't give you everything
Cause I knew you wasn't giving shit back
Now she calling me crazy but I really left that bitch up in the past
Ridin round you can catch me countin cake
Count the money little bitch reciprocate
If you can't do it get the f*ck up out my face
Why you talk little bitch she hella lame
Ridin round you can catch me countin cake
Count the money little bitch reciprocate
If you can't do it get the f*ck up out my face
Why you talk little bitch she hella lame
Back back baby I'ma need some space
Back back lil mama I don't need you in my face
I'm counting big racks lil mama I'm busy in first place
But I gotta get back lil mama I only do first dates
See if you wanna be my bitch
You gotta take what I give then reciprocate it
Cause this lifestyle I live ain't free
I worked hard for this you see
These bands all on me I'm flee
Your man hate on me he geech
But I'm
Ridin round you can catch me countin cake
Count the money little bitch reciprocate
If you can't do it get the f*ck up out my face
Why you talk little bitch she hella lame
Ridin round you can catch me countin cake
Count the money little bitch reciprocate
If you can't do it get the f*ck up out my face
Why you talk little bitch she hella lame
Bitch you get what ya give (Get)
Remember I didn't have shit (Shit)
Now I just smoke out the zip (Zip)
Now I just walk with a grip (Whoa)
The road to the top is a slippery slope better watch where you step or you'll slip
And now all the hoes know I got all the dough that's the reason they all on my dick
Yea they just wana split (Whoa)
(Yeah) But I cannot tip (Cannot tip)(Yeah)
The only tip that I could give you is that I'm not taking no pic (No flick)
Yeah we with the shits
Yeah I stay with the click
Yeah we stay with them blick's and don't hesitate to pull up at yo crib (Ohh)
Yeah
Ridin round you can catch me countin cake
Count the money little bitch reciprocate
If you can't do it get the f*ck up out my face
Why you talk little bitch she hella lame
Ridin round you can catch me countin cake
Count the money little bitch reciprocate
If you can't do it get the f*ck up out my face
Why you talk little bitch she hella lame