Milk Marie

Ah, haha
I can make this one about you? (You know you my baby, right?)
Huh, you sure?
I'ma call it Pink, okay? (Wait for it)
Hm (haha), yeah (talk to 'em, Quan)
Nah, I'ma call it Milk Marie (you know how far this shit go)
I like that better, haha (for real)
(Rich Gang)
Ayy

Milk Marie, she got a pretty pussy
Call it Pink 'cause a nigga fell in love with it, ayy
She got a thing for me, I got a thing for her
Never ever let her get away from me, ayy (Rich Gang) (no)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (no)
She don't yield at stop signs, lil' shawty on go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go get it

If I wanna fuck her she gon' always say, "Yes"
Ayy, lay her on her back while I'm grippin' on her chest
Her ex don't want that, no, that nigga want this
That nigga extra lame, he don't want no conflict
Made two-million-point-five, nigga, I ain't done yet (nah)
Stayin' down to my word, if I said it then I meant it (yeah)
Thugger, my money eight feet tall, two midgets, ayy

Milk Marie, she got a pretty pussy
Call it Pink 'cause a nigga fell in love with it, ayy
She got a thing for me, I got a thing for her
Never ever let her get away from me, ayy (Rich Gang) (no)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (no)
She don't yield at stop signs, lil' shawty on go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go get it

Girl, I want everything that come with you
Even if you got stretch marks, and even two children
I can't blame you, girl (no, no, no, no)

Love you for who you are, want you for who you are
Baby girl, you a star in my book (ayy)
Fuck with you for who you are, fuck with you for where you goin'
Fuck them lame niggas, yeah, they could look at my girl (no)
Got the world shook, earthquake the world
I'm tryna get a nut just like a squirrel
Can you blame me, nigga? Can you blame me, nigga?
Can you blame me? (Rich Gang)
Ran off with a nigga pack (ayy)
Told him, "Hit my line," gave that pussy boy the fax number
No Jim Carrey, Rich Homie act dumber
Got ice on like a nigga livin' in the summer
All my soldiers got me protected like I'm Osama
Campaign made a million, profited like I'm Obama
Lactose intolerance, I don't drink-

Milk Marie, she got a pretty pussy
Call it Pink 'cause a nigga fell in love with it, ayy (Rich Gang)
She got a thing for me, I got a thing for her
Never ever let her get away from me, ayy (no)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (no)
She don't yield at stop signs, lil' shawty on go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go get it

Girl, I want everything that come witcha (Rich Gang)
Even if you got stretch marks, and even two children (no)
I can't blame you girl (Rich Gang)

Yeah, haha, ayy (go)
You know I fuck with you despite how bad of a attitude I be havin' at times
I do it 'cause I love you, shawty, you should know that
This shit go back like four flat (go)
For real, for real, I ain't talkin' for my health (Rich Gang)
I love your smile, everything about you
Quan