Dead Presidents - Ty Dolla $ign, Juicy J, Rich Homie Quan

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, and slam like Shaq

She like it when I fuck her from the side

She like to drink Hennessy and get high

Out of town bitches come through here with dreams

All these hoes be on the same things

Baby want em all, but they all rich and famous

Fucking ball players and entertainers

Rolling blunts up, but you know I smoke papers

And bitch 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 fuck with ballers

I tell her like

Go ahead and show a nigga something

Bust it open, let a nigga touch it

Show a nigga that you ain’t bluffing

If I tip anymore, we fucking

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 niggas gon be upset

They mad, they hate

That cheddar get her naked, she suck dick 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 niggas can’t stand next to me unless they got my deposits

Spark my joint up full of broccoli

I lift off just like a rocket

Know y’all fuck niggas 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 Larenz Tate

I bet them dead presidents will make her stay

I bet a dead president will make her get naked

Talking bout she celibate, till I whip my dick out

Now she want to fuck

Bitch I need dead presidents

The bitch got mad cause I’m fucking her friend

Shawty went through my phone, you don’t find the evidence

These bitches ain’t shit, she’ll leave that nigga for all these dead presidents

My swag on 1 plus 99

Started with the mid, graduated to a dime

Can’t touch this shit nigga, hammer time

I got a trust fund waiting on my grandson

Can’t touch this shit, can’t touch this shit nigga

What you gon do Quan?

Shoot it at his head

Bank roll fold like a futon, nigga I ain’t playing

Nigga I ain’t change, the money did, dumbass

The money ain’t the same

Now I’m cutting

Lil shawty got a dumb ass

I’m a tell her to bend that ass over and