Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Putcha Thang on Me, artist - Money B
Date of issue: 27.05.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Putcha Thang on Me |
Is this my party or yours, my time or yours |
My drank or yours, my place or yours |
Can you drive? |
Naw, I’ll drive |
I don’t lie, you lie |
I even tell the truth when I lie |
Now gimme some head, cause its the last time |
You’ll ever see a nigga like me |
I’m on some fuckin and flee |
You only hate cause you lovin to eat |
You heard 2Pac tape, and now you thuggin wit three |
Bankrupt, hoodrats, and now they lovin some me |
Say bitch do me a favor |
Go get your boy a bat, and two shots of yay (alright) |
I’m thinkin you my flava, I’m bout to put you on my hip |
Let you vibrate my shit like a pager |
That ass is lookin major |
Do you fuck on the first date? |
Well lets skate like Armor Yaga |
They say the best pussy is new pussy |
You even true pussy |
I turned you into crew pussy |
Now look at this bitch, she bout a eight or a nine |
But a eight next to Clee, gon make her a dime |
I just met the bitch, and she want me to make her mine |
But I’m like bitch, grab a ticket, get a number, wait in line |
And haters find me to be they worst nightmare |
Cause I have they bitch cleanin house in they nightware |
They be like, where in the fuck is my bitch at? |
She proably blowin me back, while she blowin ya scratch |
Put Cha thang on me |
I’m tryna drink, fuck, nut and get up |
You got your name on me |
I see you lookin right, but what yo cash lookin like |
Put cha thang on me |
You say you wanna make it hot, well lets shake the spot |
You got your name on me |
Bitch we ain’t trippin on ya |
We from Oakland, California! |
I’m drinkin hard liqour, the results come quicker |
I got scratch bitch wikka wikka |
I’m sick of you bousy hoes |
I be fuckin wit them hoodrats and ???(make a bitch bust a nudey pose) |
Fuck that, you got the plush cat, whats that? |
Bend over, and lemme touch that (whats that?) |
A freckled face nutstasche |
Make em take they knee like a touchback |
And grab a hold to my nutsack, and lemme bust that |
I’m proably the dopest nigga that the earth ever made |
I’m fine, I’m long, got game, and I’m paid |
Nigga I can pull a bitch in a mail man suit |
Leavin checks to checks, scopin in my steel toe boots |
Now, watch what I tell ya, i’ma pull Lil Kim |
Cause she done got some shit fixed |
Now she holdin her ten |
From here, its fair game, fuckin everybodys bitch |
Payroll on mine, I ain’t turnin down shit |
Well heres a little somethin about a nigga like Clee |
Nigga been a playa since elementary |
And I’ma stay a playa till the next century |
Got the??? |
sayin, wow bitch its Clee |
Let a bitch hit to me, I’m the one she wanna leave wit |
I’ma have that bitch, playboy, please believe it |
We run game on em, then we run trains on em |
Its even to the point when they put our names on em |