"Curb Your" lyrics

Top o' the morning to you lady
I don't get horny off a addy'
I don't feel nothin' off the addy'
So I ain't fuckin' with the addy'
I'm getting money when I'm sad
I'm getting— when I'm happy
I'm getting money when I'm mad
'Cause I still gotta pay my taxes

Pull up, pull up, pull up to the curb and smash it again
Pull up, pull up to the curb and smash it again
Pull-pull-pull up to the curb, I'ma smash it again
Pull up let my words match my actions again

Good guys finish last, especially in bed
She say I ain't good, bitch I never said I was
I said I'm the best, better than the rest
Only way to find out is to give a nigga tits
Let me get a sample of that, let me get a test
Ooh, I think I could handle that, call me UPS
Call me when you're stressed, we gon' do the stretch
You don't know what's next
Baby, I'm rubbin' down your leg
Shorty keep it wet, better than the rest
Fuckin' up my bed, you [?]
You been the best [?]
[?]
[?] ooh, where you at?

Pull up, pull up, pull up to the curb and smash it again
Pull up, pull up to the curb and smash it again
Pull-pull-pull-pull-pull up to the curb, I'ma smash it again
Pull up let my words match my actions again
Pull up to the curb and smash it again
Pull up, pull up to the curb and smash it again
Pull-pull-pull-pull-pull up to the curb, I'ma smash it again
Pull up let my words match my actions again