CupcakKe – Barcodes


I bet her pussy drier than a phone in rice
Pay the damn price or go home to your wife
Pay the damn price or go home to your wife
I bet her pussy drier than a phone in rice
Well now I’m on my period, whole time it’s ketchup
Not coming unless he come with plenty, plenty commas
Check numbers gotta be looking like barcodes
Check numbers gotta be looking like barcodes
Pussy ain’t free I might have to charge more
Check numbers gotta be looking like barcodes
I don’t handout pussy that’s like handing out gold
Tryna gas my head up I told him “keep on pumping”

I bet her pussy drier than a phone in rice
Walk yo ass around my car and come and open my door
[Chorus]
Let’s go
Let’s go

P-p-pussy
Might auction this pussy the highest bidder it’s sold
I’m tryna fuck for a buck not make love to Jodeci
P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pussy
Check numbers gotta be looking like barcodes
Play niggas or get played, bitch I always score
I bet her pussy drier than a phone in rice
[Chorus]

Call me a hoe on the go tryna get my dough
[Chorus]
Check numbers gotta be looking like barcodes
P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pussy
[Verse 2]
In the room it’s a bed and Febreeze spray
Cause a twat could sellout just like my shows
Next week? Aw damn that’s messed up
Pussy ain’t free I might have to charge more
Pay the damn price or go home to your wife

[Bridge]
Check numbers gotta be looking like barcodes
[Verse 1]
Pay for the day if you wanna play
Pussy ain’t free
I bet her pussy drier than a phone in rice
P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pussy
Pussy ain’t free I might have to charge more
Pay the damn price or go home to your wife
That’s how it’s supposed to be

Pussy ain’t free I might have to charge more
Pay the damn price or go home to your wife
He said “when can I get that wet stuff?”
I said “when can I get that check stub?”
Take me to the Bahamas, and let’s eat Benihana’s
Can’t fuck me for nothing man I gotta get something
Pussy ain’t free I might have to charge more
I bet her pussy drier than a phone in rice
Until then naw, raise up your drawers
Pay the damn price or go home to your wife
Pussy ain’t free I might have to charge more
Pussy ain’t free
Money gotta be longer than a White House hall
Clean a nigga wallet out like I’m doing my chores
This man all in my ear like some Dr Dre’s
P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pussy
P-p-pussy
Just to get close to me
Use protection when I sell it like my doctor say
Let’s go
Got money but I wanna multiply it with yours
P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pussy