Billy Marchiafava Real Milf Hours 2 Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, we back again, baby
This time I'ma need me a strong, independent milf wit' a college degree
Sike bitch, I need me an old, dirty goth queen
The f*ck you talkin' bout?
Billy! (Brr)

[Verse 1]
Pull up I'm whippin'
If shawty come over I swear she gon' get it (Yuh)
This money get boring, I'm countin' up digits (Ayy)
Bitch, I am the shit and thick milfs are my mission (Yuh)
No intermission (No)
Ayy (Ayy)
She just want f*ck 'cause she knows I'm hot (Yeah)
This shit gon' get half a milli in 'bout a month (Ayy)
If you act silly you gon' catch that Falcon Punch
I got these mu'f*ckin' bands, bitch let's run it up (Skrrt)
This beat got me acting up (Yeah)
Bitch I be flexin', Billy always cookin' up (Ayy)
I am a poet, this music is classical (Yuh)
"You ain't got money," you know that ain't factual (Yuh, factual, ayy)
Bitch I be runnin' up quap
Found me a milf that look just like a thot (Just like a thot)
She got them nails I like (Yeah, ayy)
Plus she 'bout 40 so I'm 'bouta pipe (I'm 'bouta pipe)

[Bridge]
Ayy, I'm just looking for a tall, thick milf with fake eyelashes dawg
Is that really too much to ask?
And I'm still shoppin' wit' yo granny, bitch! [Verse 2]
Droppin' the top in that mu'f*ckin' Lexus (Yuh)
Shawty give top then I pass her a breath mint (What?)
She got that ass so I told her to back that (Back that)
I just found out that I'm worth more than your dad (Your dad)
Yeah I'm worth more than your parents (Yeah)
I might just cop me a flight out to Paris (Out to Paris)
I don't give f*cks like a celebit (Yeah)
If you don't like me you should be embarrassed

[Outro]
I need a milf (Ayy)
I need a milf (I need a milf)
That pays her own bills (What?)
She gotta be built (Ayy)
And only wear heels (Ayy)
And thick like oatmeal (What?)
She gotta be tall (Billy!)
Bitch I need it all (Ayy)
Bitch I need it all
Bitch who do I call? (Who do I call?)
Billy gon' ball
I got the remedy, I got the sauce
I need a milf
I need a milf (I need a milf)
That pays her own bills (What?)
She gotta be built (Yeah)
And only wear heels (Ayy)
And thick like oatmeal (Yeah)
She gotta be tall
Bitch I need it all (Ayy)
Bitch I need it all
Bitch who do I call? (Who do I call?)
Billy gon' ball
I got the remedy, I got the sauce (Ayy)