In a world where ambition meets opulence, City Girls craft a lyrical playground of unapologetic empowerment 🌟. The track is a sassy, bold anthem celebrating the duo’s high-value allure and relentless pursuit of financial independence through their tantalizing charm. Lines delve into themes of transactional relationships, where physical allure becomes a ticket 🎟️ to lavish gifts and affluent lifestyles. The lyrics unapologetically highlight the duo’s knack for making men spend money, emphasizing their control and dominance in these exchanges. With a cheeky nod to luxury and flashes of exuberance, it's a celebration of getting what you’re worth and having some fun while at it—unleashing an audacious vibe that echoes through every verse.
That Old Man
Lyrics
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
(Earl on the Beat)
Put some money in the slot and the pussy'll pop
Put some money in the slot and the pussy
Put, put, put some money in the slot and the pussy'll pop
Wind it up, wind it up like he jack in the box
He like
All these niggas all up on my dick
They just wanna fuck a famous bitch (uh, uh, uh)
So I made him get in line, made him buy a ticket
I make a nigga pay a fee right before he lick it
I'ma ride that dick like a broom on Wicked (mm-mm)
Uncle Luke said, "Don't stop, get it, get it" (don't stop, get it, get it)
You see this ice around my neck, yeah it's QC (ice)
Take me to the jeweler, nigga, fuck the movies (fuck that)
And this pussy more wetter than Jacuzzi (splash)
It'll knock a nigga out like a roofie (goodnight)
This scam nigga don't wanna trick
That don't matter 'cause it don't stop shit (you ain't stoppin' shit)
Uh, bye, movin' right along
New bae from the A and his dick real long (hey bae)
I fuck him good, move a bitch to Calabasas (ow)
Bugatti JT, I make him come the fastest (broom)
Put some money in the slot and the pussy'll pop
Put some money in the slot and the pussy
Put, put, put some money in the slot and the pussy'll pop
Wind it up, wind it up like he jack in the box
Put some money in the slot and the pussy'll pop
Put some money in the slot and the pussy
Put, put, put some money in the slot and the pussy'll pop
Wind it up, wind it up like he jack in the box
Uh, it's Yung Miami, pussy make a nigga act up (period)
These diamonds dancin', what the fuck I need a flash for? (Mm-hmm) (bitch)
These hoes broke, and they jealous like (mm-hmm)
This ass clappin', records sellin' like (ayy)
Rolls Royce and a bitch sittin' cozy
Runnin' circles 'round these niggas, ring around the rosy
It make me happy when he buy a bitch a lotta tings (ow)
Good trick, I call him hubby just to keep the ring (uh)
Put that dick up in my stomach like a belly ring
He think he buyin' Gucci, bitch, these Fashion Nova jeans
I don't care 'cause he not mine, I swipe 'til his card 'til it decline (period)
Put some money in the slot and the pussy'll pop
Put some money in the slot and the pussy
Put, put, put some money in the slot and the pussy'll pop
Wind it up, wind it up like he jack in the box
Put some money in the slot and the pussy'll pop
Put some money in the slot and the pussy
Put, put, put some money in the slot and the pussy'll pop
Wind it up, wind it up like he jack in the box
He like
I don't care but he so sprung
Make him pull out before he come
He got receipts but no refunds
'Cause these niggas so fuckin' dumb
Writer(s): Esther Dean, Frank Brim, Keith Thomas, Melvin II Hough, Rivelino Raoul Wouter
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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