Off Of Me lyrics

Ain't no type of money they can offer me/
Y'all know all this sh*t they get it off me/
And you know they pus*y they try to offer me/
If it's f*ckin stinky get it off me/ what you f*ckin thinkin? Getting off me/
Ain't no type of money they coulda offered me/
Hey, and people yeah they want it all for free/
And if ya ain't talkin bout that money, get it off me/
Hey ya it's paycheque money, ye they get it off me/
If ya ain't talkin bout that money get it off of me/
I be movin back and fourth, Ps in the f*ckin back/
Hey they hatin on me, Supreme on the tag/
Hey you f*ck b*tches always on attack/ 
pus*y good, pus*y good I eat it as a snack/
Once I call her one time, I never call her back/
Yes are so good, b*tch, yeh you'll never get her back
Hey, f*ck her 69, I hit her from the back/
I f*ckin smell it smell it through the bag/
Mmmm, I'm laughin' laughin' laughin to the bank/
Big bands, supreme bags yeah for all the cash/
Yes she wanna smash, money IMA make it fast/
Paycheques stuffed up in the bag, I get em in advance/
People hating on me, yes you guess who wears the pants/
Independent, Ice, upon my pendant, Nice!!!/
n*gga Heyyy, get it all for free/
They want it all for free, get up off of me/
Nothin' no cash, you could offer me/ 
No ass, no breasts, you could offer me/
You know the girls are f*ckin skanky, they try to offer me/
pus*y, but yallI know i get it all for free/
pus*y, you know I'm making money IMA eat/ 
pus*y, that's why I'm f*ckin laughing in my sleep/
Hey f*ck it, get up off me/
If you ain't talkin bout money get up off me/
Hey that pus*y stanky get up off of me/
5 - 0 on the line, n*gga get up off of me/ 
Think I'm feelin blind n*gga get up off of me/
Hit her from behind then i get her off of me/
f*ck your b*tch you know she bad, she a fkn freak
She call my phone hey yeh she blows it every week/
Hey you think it's my fault, turn her into freaky/
b*tch is freaky, f*ck her deep so she ain't leakin/
Dat sh*t ain't leakin/ good good up at the telly/
Laugh laugh till this sh*t gon' get smelly/
Hey you f*ck wit me, IMA bust to melon/
Cops ain't gonna stop me, never be a felon/
n*ggas real, non of them ain't gon be tellin'/
n*ggas real, reasons why they tip the teller/
Cheat on a b*tch, n*gga then I never tell her/
Hey she suck a di*k and fill it Nutella/
Spread legs, spread them ya  just like Nutella/
Haay haaay haay f*ck this sh*t man, haay dis some f*ckin gangsta sh*t boi