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

Dead Presidents

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