Jazmine Sullivan – Pricetags Lyrics (feat. Anderson .paak)

Yeah
Hunneds, hunneds in my hand
Want it, want it, spend them bands
Yeah, I’ma take all I can get
That money keep that p*ssy wet
Hunneds, hunneds in my hand
Want it, want it, spend them bands
Yeah, I’ma take all I can get
That money keeps that p*ssy wet

Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
f*ck them pricetags
I ain’t lookin’ I just pick that, pick that
Turn me on when he say, "Get that, get that"
Make me wanna pull the freak out, freak out
He say, "Oh, I see you speak now"
That’s right, reach down and pull the cash out, cash out
Make me love you, take your last out, last out, yeah

Hunneds, hunneds in my hand
Want it, want it, spend them bands
Yeah, I’ma take all I can get
That money keep that p*ssy wet
Hunneds, hunneds in my hand
Want it, want it, spend them bands
Yeah, I’ma take all I can get
That money keeps that p*ssy wet

Now, now and if you wanna see me drip like a faucet
I can be ya freak, throw it back, let you toss it
Spend a few stacks, keep a bad bitch happy
Real niggas know what make a bitch get nasty
Flashy, that’s how I dress if you ask me
Pass me, you broke niggas can’t catch me
He don’t half step so I call him, "Big daddy"
If he want the p*ssy, first he gotta Cashapp me, hunneds

Hunneds, hunneds in my hand
Want it, want it, spend them bands
Yeah, I’ma take all I can get
That money keep that p*ssy wet
Hunneds, hunneds in my hand
Want it, want it, spend them bands

Yeah, I’ma take all I can get
That money keeps that p*ssy wet

Trickin’ off regardless, spendin’ my hard earned
I’d rather get a purse then deal with the heart burn
She don’t wanna work, she takin’ the week off
Shit I’m startin’ to think you don’t even have a job
Lookin’ at ya exes, all of ’em ball players
2012 Lexus, still ain’t paid off yet
Pullin’ out my wallet, got no credit cards in it
If I let you play, you gon’ have a ball with it
(Fallin’, fallin’, fallin’)
I’m tryna forget it, you know it’s just really disheartenin’, but um
I done paid for all kinds of nursin’ classes
Now, now she sayin’ she wanna be a mothaf*ckin’ make up artist?

You don’t want the chips if it got the guac missin’
You only want the Benz if it’s AMG kitted
But if I get pinched based off suspicion
Is you gone sing like Bobby in New Edition? (Yeah)
Forget it, momma told me put the kid in
So I did it, but that baby came out black as Samuel in Pulp Fiction
I’m light skinneded, my grand daddy Indian
You f*ckin’ with my lineage and dividends
Peace and light, I wish you all the love
Please get out my house, I’ll call the cops
I think I have spent my final buck
I think I’m out to lunch

Hunneds, hunneds in my hand
Want it, want it, spend them bands
Yeah, I’ma take all I can get
That money keep that p*ssy wet
Hunneds, hunneds in my hand
Want it, want it, spend them bands
Yeah, I’ma take all I can get
That money keeps that p*ssy wet