Enuff Of Dat Lyrics

Richie Wess

I got ten bands with yanhill, we're gonna blow it all
New money, old money, we've been here, live life like it's no tomorrow
Fast cars, bad bitches, roll exit, no tomorrows,
Feeling bad in the bar, straight cash, no tab, no credit cards.
Got bottles on deck for no paw it all, got stacks on dish gonna throw it all
Be it all and show it all, give me brains that you know it all
No strings attached, no, no love involved
You're not my girl, but I'm saying “I'd still fuck with you”
She on the pole and she turking, no 9 to 5 is she working
35, 24, 42, she perfect. I'd spend it all and she worth it
She can't get enough of that. I put it down, I keep on coming back.

She said you do it so good,
I got her running back.
On my hood, I keep on coming back
No, she can't get enough of that
No, she can't get enough of that.
You know what I do,
Just the way you like.
You know who,
We can go all night.
No, she can't get enough of that
No, she can't get enough of that.

More money, more problems, more money, more commas
I wake up to the money like I'm in the bed with pajamas.
Niggers biting my swag like I'm a tank of piranhas
I'm in the club with my partners, it ain't tricking if you got it.
I ain't tricking unless you're tricking, she ain't sucking unless I'm eating
I guess bad bitches ain't seizing, ‘cause you're bad just for no reason
And she popping like it ain't dropping like a car lock on my teasing
She know I want it so she looking back and she teasing.
I'm telling her that we're leaving, going back to my telly
So where you are, come get out, hit me up on my celly
She telling me that she ready, she can't get enough of it
I put it down, I keep on coming back.

She said you do it so good,
I got her running back.
On my hood, I keep on coming back
No, she can't get enough of that
No, she can't get enough of that.
You know what I do,
Just the way you like.
You know who,
We can go all night.
No, she can't get enough of that
No, she can't get enough of that.

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