Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo (sounds like " woo ")
Yeah
3m3l
Like baby can I hit a lick
We in the back
Counting up the rich
Sent the plans for later
It'll be stupid lit
Kiss me till your drunk
Tell me I'm the shit
Like baby can I hit a lick
We in the back
Counting up the rich
Sent the plans for later
It'll be stupid lit
And I'm running missions
Whipping button ignitions
She like the chian on my neck
I can see her fishing
Ain't no time for sitting
I gotta go and get it
Lock and loaded
We might have too get to pistol whipping
She hate when we talk
Cause I don't never listen
Only thing I want to hear speak, is the money flipping
Only way to get the rollie, you gotta be persistent
Check the v.i.p list, oh yeah I think we listed
Her friends wanna kick it
Sho nuff they gone have to kiss it
We out the door no hesitation
If they start acting different
Baby this the fast life, and that's the way we living
A bunch of have nots
Worked for ain't nothing giving
Aint got no time to trick
Whole lot of money bags to flip
She just wanna pop tags off it
But gotta whole lot of ass to hit
They know I get it popping
Dont I
I make em' nervous don't I
I make you horny
Don't lie
We'll go ahead, and come ride
Like baby can I hit a lick
We in the back
Counting up the rich
Sent the plans for later
It'll be stupid lit
Kiss me till your drunk
Tell me I'm the shit
Like baby can I hit a lick
We in the back
Counting up the rich
Sent the plans for later
It'll be stupid lit
Finesse Her plug when they texting
Got a Hunnit on me now
Slide on em', and get to flexing
Lil body and I'm swerving
Gotta run it up
Put the work in
Stay Lowkey
They lurking
Move behind closed curtains
Talk money
They get nervous
Real nigga with a purpose
I need mine in checks
Or jumping off the desk
Line em' up for the freak show
I want a triple-double with the free throws
I don't move until I got the key codes
Need real estate not a hublot
Crafting more bullets
Just to reload
Dvo come with the peacoat
Hit the lake court with a speed boat
Wipe ya nose baby we don't do those
Hold up
We out in vegas money only thing that be created
Angles from the thirty-third floor Make her get creative
Money falling she gone show me what she made of
Wait a minute
Business calling I gotta take this
Tryna count up the o's
Like we came straight out of the matrix
All she do is hustle and take order like she a certified waitress
She know if I see money
Cant let it slide
I get a little anxious
They see a lil drip on me now
All of a sudden they all wanna take pics
So come and ride
Just for the night
One lick with me gone put up and get you right
Oh whats your size
I might just buy
Don't hit this to hard, you gone end up missing while we take this flight
Billy - Lick Lyrics
Billy - Lick Lyrics
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Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo (sounds like " woo ")
Yeah
3m3l
Like baby can I hit a lick
We in the back
Counting up the rich
Sent the plans for later
It'll be stupid lit
Kiss me till your drunk
Tell me I'm the shit
Like baby can I hit a lick
We in the back
Counting up the rich
Sent the plans for later
It'll be stupid lit
And I'm running missions
Whipping button ignitions
She like the chian on my neck
I can see her fishing
Ain't no time for sitting
I gotta go and get it
Lock and loaded
We might have too get to pistol whipping
She hate when we talk
Cause I don't never listen
Only thing I want to hear speak, is the money flipping
Only way to get the rollie, you gotta be persistent
Check the v.i.p list, oh yeah I think we listed
Her friends wanna kick it
Sho nuff they gone have to kiss it
We out the door no hesitation
If they start acting different
Baby this the fast life, and that's the way we living
A bunch of have nots
Worked for ain't nothing giving
Aint got no time to trick
Whole lot of money bags to flip
She just wanna pop tags off it
But gotta whole lot of ass to hit
They know I get it popping
Dont I
I make em' nervous don't I
I make you horny
Don't lie
We'll go ahead, and come ride
Like baby can I hit a lick
We in the back
Counting up the rich
Sent the plans for later
It'll be stupid lit
Kiss me till your drunk
Tell me I'm the shit
Like baby can I hit a lick
We in the back
Counting up the rich
Sent the plans for later
It'll be stupid lit
Finesse Her plug when they texting
Got a Hunnit on me now
Slide on em', and get to flexing
Lil body and I'm swerving
Gotta run it up
Put the work in
Stay Lowkey
They lurking
Move behind closed curtains
Talk money
They get nervous
Real nigga with a purpose
I need mine in checks
Or jumping off the desk
Line em' up for the freak show
I want a triple-double with the free throws
I don't move until I got the key codes
Need real estate not a hublot
Crafting more bullets
Just to reload
Dvo come with the peacoat
Hit the lake court with a speed boat
Wipe ya nose baby we don't do those
Hold up
We out in vegas money only thing that be created
Angles from the thirty-third floor Make her get creative
Money falling she gone show me what she made of
Wait a minute
Business calling I gotta take this
Tryna count up the o's
Like we came straight out of the matrix
All she do is hustle and take order like she a certified waitress
She know if I see money
Cant let it slide
I get a little anxious
They see a lil drip on me now
All of a sudden they all wanna take pics
So come and ride
Just for the night
One lick with me gone put up and get you right
Oh whats your size
I might just buy
Don't hit this to hard, you gone end up missing while we take this flight
Yeah
3m3l
Like baby can I hit a lick
We in the back
Counting up the rich
Sent the plans for later
It'll be stupid lit
Kiss me till your drunk
Tell me I'm the shit
Like baby can I hit a lick
We in the back
Counting up the rich
Sent the plans for later
It'll be stupid lit
And I'm running missions
Whipping button ignitions
She like the chian on my neck
I can see her fishing
Ain't no time for sitting
I gotta go and get it
Lock and loaded
We might have too get to pistol whipping
She hate when we talk
Cause I don't never listen
Only thing I want to hear speak, is the money flipping
Only way to get the rollie, you gotta be persistent
Check the v.i.p list, oh yeah I think we listed
Her friends wanna kick it
Sho nuff they gone have to kiss it
We out the door no hesitation
If they start acting different
Baby this the fast life, and that's the way we living
A bunch of have nots
Worked for ain't nothing giving
Aint got no time to trick
Whole lot of money bags to flip
She just wanna pop tags off it
But gotta whole lot of ass to hit
They know I get it popping
Dont I
I make em' nervous don't I
I make you horny
Don't lie
We'll go ahead, and come ride
Like baby can I hit a lick
We in the back
Counting up the rich
Sent the plans for later
It'll be stupid lit
Kiss me till your drunk
Tell me I'm the shit
Like baby can I hit a lick
We in the back
Counting up the rich
Sent the plans for later
It'll be stupid lit
Finesse Her plug when they texting
Got a Hunnit on me now
Slide on em', and get to flexing
Lil body and I'm swerving
Gotta run it up
Put the work in
Stay Lowkey
They lurking
Move behind closed curtains
Talk money
They get nervous
Real nigga with a purpose
I need mine in checks
Or jumping off the desk
Line em' up for the freak show
I want a triple-double with the free throws
I don't move until I got the key codes
Need real estate not a hublot
Crafting more bullets
Just to reload
Dvo come with the peacoat
Hit the lake court with a speed boat
Wipe ya nose baby we don't do those
Hold up
We out in vegas money only thing that be created
Angles from the thirty-third floor Make her get creative
Money falling she gone show me what she made of
Wait a minute
Business calling I gotta take this
Tryna count up the o's
Like we came straight out of the matrix
All she do is hustle and take order like she a certified waitress
She know if I see money
Cant let it slide
I get a little anxious
They see a lil drip on me now
All of a sudden they all wanna take pics
So come and ride
Just for the night
One lick with me gone put up and get you right
Oh whats your size
I might just buy
Don't hit this to hard, you gone end up missing while we take this flight
Writer: William Thompson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid