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[Hook x2:] 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 [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] 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 fuck her from the side She like to drink Hennessey and get high Out of town bitches come through here with [?] 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 [Hook] Songtexte[Verse 2: Juicy J] 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 Mike Jordan up, boy I love broccoli I lift off just like a rocket Know y'all fuck niggas still talking but I can't hear you over my pockets [Hook] [Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan] 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 dick out, now she want to fuck Bitch I need dead presidents The bitch got mad cause I'm fucking her friend Show me one 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 ain't change, the money did, dumbass The money ain't the same Now I'm cutting [?] Lil shawty got a dumb ass Imma tell her to bend that ass over and [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania