Fan’Cyee – Porsche

Fan’Cyee – Porsche Lyrics

Artist: Fan’Cyee
Song: Porsche

Throw your hands up in the air and swing your hips back and forth
Bend it over bust it down and make that n#gg# throw a Porsche
Make that n#gg# throw a Porsche
Make that n#gg# throw a Porsche

Bend it over bust it down and make that n#gg# throw a Porsche
Throw your hands up in the air and swing your hips back and forth
Bend it over bust it down and make that n#gg# throw a Porsche
Make that n#gg# throw a Porsche

Make that n#gg# throw a Porsche
Bend it over bust it down and make that n#gg# throw a Porsche
This one for my girls who be working that pole
Take it to the top, pop a split down low

Shaking that #ss for them dividends, you rocking all the latest trends
I see you keep working, shake that #ss don’t stop twerking, n#gg#s get slick
Got a couple n#gg#s lurking, guns on they hips like a military sеrgeants
And they screaming f#ck you pay mе

Getting money, do this daily and you hating #ss hoes don’t phase me
Because it’s ya man who pays me
He watch me drop it low and shake that #ss down to the flo
He giving me all his mothaf#ckin’ dough, and he always coming back for no more Aye

We putting down payments on a Porsche or Ferrari, giving no f#cks no sorrys
In V.I.P. So
Wavy and gnarly, with a bad b#tch named Ari
Popping big bottles that’s what we do

How the f#ck you feeling, we don’t have a clue, or better yet we don’t care
Race me to the money I’ll beat you there!
Throw your hands up in the air and swing your hips back and forth
Bend it over bust it down and make that n#gg# throw a Porsche

Make that n#gg# throw a Porsche
Make that n#gg# throw a Porsche
Bend it over bust it down and make that n#gg# throw a Porsche
Shake it like you make him wanna put a ring on it

Make him throw whatever he would actually spend on it
Got him standing at attention, he my mothaf#ckin’ soldier and
I keep him up and running like a morning cup of folgers
Watch me break it down, these n#gg#s love the way

I do my dance and if you wanna conversation
n#gg# better to have them bands
Cuz money is the code that we live by, seaside eating shrimp and ribeyes
Diamonds on our fingernails and neck and wrist as well

We fresh just like we’ve been baptized
Getting big money, put it in all caps, hair platinum blonde, like Halle berry on baps
Swear to god imma put my city on the map, you give me any beat and I swear I’ll snap!
I got it these b#tches know I locked up the game, ain’t no doubt about it and

All these n#gg#s that around me, ain’t no guessing they all solid
A b#tch real bad, got all these n#gg#s eyes popping out they sockets
I’m blasting off into the sky, call me ms. Johnny rocket!
Throw your hands up in the air and swing your hips back and forth

Bend it over bust it down and make that n#gg# throw a Porsche
Make that n#gg# throw a Porsche
Make that n#gg# throw a Porsche
Bend it over bust it down and make that n#gg# throw a Porsche
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From the album:
Porsche [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021