"Atlanta" lyrics

Atlanta, Atlanta, damn
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
She used to wanna be a chiropractor
(Harmonics made a hit)
Now she out strippin' in Atlanta, damn
I ain't gonna ask ya
(Oh my gosh, it's Renzo)
But get money, I ain't mad, get money though (Okay)

She used to wanna be a chiropractor
Now she out strippin' in Atlanta, damn
Baby girl, I ain't gonna ask ya
But get money, I ain't mad, get money though
I'm in the Porsche or the Benz
She know we lit so she bringin' her friends in
I think I need another beverage
I could teach a thing or two, come and take a lesson

Money, got a lot-lot, yeah
My shit be sellin' like a pop shop, yeah
She wanna make that ass drop when the beat drop
I know she want me in the cut like a meat shop
Stop parking lot pimpin'
We in the Presidential suite like a Kingpin
Everything designer on me, yeah, I'm drippin'
Car fast, one hand on the stick shift, yeah

She used to wanna be a chiropractor
Now she out strippin' in Atlanta, damn
Baby girl, I ain't gonna ask ya
But get money, I ain't mad, get money though
She used to wanna be a chiropractor
Now she out strippin' in Atlanta, damn
Baby girl, I ain't gonna ask ya
But get money, I ain't mad, get money though
I'm in the Porsche or the Benz
She know we lit so she bringin' her friends in
I think I need another beverage
I could teach a thing or two, come and take a lesson

Yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't mad, baby girl, get money though