Trick

Trick - Saweetie Lyrics

(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)



Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about

Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about

Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about

Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out



Trick, nigga, you's a trick (You's a trick)

You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no)

You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch)

You poppin' bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no)



Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about

Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about

Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about

Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out



Everybody bosses 'til the bill come 'round

But a nigga gotta eat, so I ain't checkin' the amount

Every baller wanna holler, let me max his card out

Hit Rodeo, that's a K-O on his bankroll, then I'm out

I like Leos 'cause they meaner when it come out they mouth

Got a Aries that take care of me when I'm in the South

I like Virgos 'cause they loyal and they always devout

But my favorite sign the one that come before the amount

That's a dollar sign every time, if it ain't, then nevermind

Ownership of all my shit or I don't sign the dotted line

I'ma come for all of mine, make it rain, then see the shine

Diamond in the rough, but all these diamonds, I ain't hard to find



Trick, nigga, you's a trick (You's a trick)

You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no)

You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch)

You poppin' bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no)



Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about

Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about

Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about

Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out



I like them out of town niggas, teach me somethin' different

Hold it down niggas that don't mess around wit' ya

I just mind my own business, got my own business

I'm a walkin' check, so I ain't checkin' for you bitches

Ain't gon' get none of this unless he spends some on this

Expensive-ass ish, cater every wish

My fragrance is rich, ooh, I smell like The Ritz

Keep my cheese with the Swiss so I ain't payin' me shit (Bitch)



Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about

Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about

Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about

Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out



Trick, nigga, you's a trick (You's a trick)

You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no)

You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch)

You poppin' bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no)



Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about

Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about

Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about

Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out