Meal Ticket Lyrics

She say do you love me I say lil bitch I wanna fuck

I'm your meal ticket baby I can take you out the treachs

You fucking with me I swear you fucking with a real nigga

You Ex man was lame

He only chasing fame

I tried to pass him game that boy he really lame

He go no swag I got more swag

He got no racks I got more racks

He got no drip I got more drip I make it rain

I'm getting money like I'm selling dope

I was broke I had no money they was shitting on me

Is my turn I turn em to a toilet bitch I'm shitting on em

I don't need no toilet paper I'm getting lotta paper

I'm stacking all this shit you can't tell me shit

More money more problems more money no problems

More money more bitchs more bitchs more problems

I'm cutting those bitchs who bring me more problems

You help me get more money bitch I keep you around

Lord pls can you help me wife no thot

Open up my eyes pls I can't fall for no thot

This bitchs they be tricks I can't fall for her tricks

She want my bag I blow her back she blow my dick she getting rich

She want my bag I blow her back she blow my dick she getting rich

She want my bag I blow her back she blow my dick she getting rich

She want my bag I blow her back she blow my dick she getting rich

She say do you love me I say lil bitch I wanna fuck

I'm your meal ticket baby I can take you out the treachs

You fucking with me I swear you fucking with a real nigga

You Ex man was lame

He only chasing fame

I tried to pass him game that boy he really lame

He go no swag I got more swag

He got no racks I got more racks

He got no drip I got more drip I make it rain