Pretty Money Every Girl (Remix) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Trina]
I like that S 700 on cron.
If he ain't got no money I'm a tell him "Get Gone, No p*ssy! "
Ain't no finance, I don't loan no p*ssy
If I let him hit it he gon love this p*ssy
When I throw it back and bust it open like I'm s'pose to
Gotta keep this thang wet now come and let me choke you
Yeah he got that smokin head, his friends should call him smokey
See me in the club, nigga act like he don't know me
Ha, cause I let him taste the cuchi now fed ex at my door with 20 boxes filled with guchi
My shoe game is stupid
My whips are the dumbest
I promise, pimpin these nigga's is the funnest
Yeh, my pimp game is swaggs on a 100
They don't think I'm beautiful they think I'm beyond it
He just wanna put his face behind it
And watch me back it up and dump it, back it back it up and dump

[Chorus:]
We like him, we like him too
We like him, we like him too
We like him, we like him too
We like him, and he like us too
Ladies bout to starve every man in the world
Ladies bout to starve every man in the world
Ladies bout to starve every man in the world

[Verse 2: Nisha Rockstar]
(Nish)
I think I spent a 100, 000 shoppin in the Hamtons
Took an half an hour for the help to bring the bags in
Just like B got Jay and just like Demi got her ashed in
Every single night I have ha dreamin I am passin them all
Pretty Money man it's just so timeless
And abort these princess and cause just call your girl Your Highness
And we in the mode to get fated so please bring some bottles
And bring your wallet too, boo boo
I know you got us
(She wants me, she wants me)
That's what they be thinkin but, I just want their money
I could f*ck with all of ya'll All of ya'll got major doe
But I just f*ck with 1 so you can never say "That Nisha hoe"
And Trina say Let them eat the p*ssy
On weed and alcohol and that would satify us all, damn!
And every time I think of stayin with him
I hit another state and find myself a richer nigga

[Chorus:]
We like him, we like him too
We like him, we like him too
We like him, we like him too
We like him, and he like us too
Ladies bout to starve every man in the world
Ladies bout to starve every man in the world
Ladies bout to starve every man in the world

[Verse 3: An-G- Love]
I'm like his bank teller, gotta get that cash in
Keep him stressed out cause he know I'm into fashion
I handle the finance, stocks, bonds, and morgages
Take him off the lease and leave his ass strugglin
My number 1 priority is money ova niggas
If he ain't got that currency, I ain't dealin with him
I'm bout that finer thangs, nice shoes, designer rings
[? ] jets out to spain, really, I ain't tryna change
Pretty mulah, get that mulah, yeah, we get that mulah
I can turn a minute coversation to a new car
Break a chick off, where them boys with them black cars
Ocean front property, get lost in my backyard
Stars colder, high rollers, and team owners
Be gettin at ne but you won't believe what I told them
No sex, you wanna get me excited
Get me a blank check, and boo boo let me write it

[Chorus:]
We like him, we like him too
We like him, we like him too
We like him, we like him too
We like him, and he like us too
Ladies bout to starve every man in the world
Ladies bout to starve every man in the world
Ladies bout to starve every man in the world