Lyrics
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)
Hmm, yeah
Nah, I'ma call it milk Marie
I like that better
For real, ayy (rich gang)
Milk Marie she got pretty pussy
Call it pink 'cause a nigga fell in love with it, aye
She got a thang for me, I got a thang for her
Never ever let her get away from it, aye
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 gone always say yes, aye
Lay her on her back while I'm gripping on her chest
Her ex don't want that no that nigga wasn't this
That nigga extra lame he don't want no conflict
Make two million point five, nigga I ain't done yet
Stand down to my word if I said it then I meant it
Thugga, my money eight fit tall, two midgets aye
Milk Marie she got pretty pussy
Call it pink 'cause a nigga fell in love with it, aye
She got a thang for me, I got a thang for her
Never ever let her get away from it, aye (rich gang)
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
Even if you got stretch marks and even two children
I can't blame you girl (no, no, no, no, no)
Love you for who you are, I want you for who you are
Baby girl, you a star in my book, aye
Fuck with you for who you are, I fuck with for where you going
Fuck them lame niggas, yeah, they can look
At my girl here got the world searthquake the world
I'm trynna 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 pat told him hit my line
Boy that pussy there that fat number
No Jim Carrey, Rich homie act on 'em
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 intolerant I'ont drink
Milk Marie she got pretty pussy
Call it pink 'cause a nigga fell in love with it, aye (rich gang)
She got a thang for me, I got a thang for her
Never ever let her get away from it, aye
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
(Rich gang!) Girl, I want everything that come witcha
Even if you got stretch marks and even two children
I can't blame you girl, (rich gang), yeah
Aye, (go!) You know I fuck with you
Despite, how bad of an attitude I be having 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 talking for my health (rich gang)
I love your smile, everything about you
Quan
