Lyrics:
that's what we'll yell out, yell out
You know the name do I gotta spell out or tell 'bout
J-A-Y, and 'Ye so shy
That he won't even step to his idol
on the owner's table (here listen!)
Lesson four, know you heard this before
"Hey, let me get your number, I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
Don't act like
on the owner's table (here listen!)
Lesson four, know you heard this before
"Hey, let me get your number, I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
Don't act like
pay
I get love in Cali like I fuck with Dr. Dre
Used to take the 6 train, now Trigga got me in the Wraith
You know me, I'm puttin' niggas in their
no brandy, She hop on top but can stand me
Off that moon rock she not landing, she pitch it i pop it like sammy, SOSA
She smoke so lets ride, on lake
fuck the club
Cause I'm payin' rent and cookin' her dinner
I'm feelin' like a loser when I know I'm a winner
I'm snoopin' tripin' caught in a love
Throw that money, spend that dough
Throw that money, spend that dough
Throw that money, spend that dough
You know I f*** with them b****es that like
Throw that money, spend that dough
Throw that money, spend that dough
Throw that money, spend that dough
You know I fuck with them bitches that like
I'll bag you like some groceries
And every time you think about it
You gon' want some more of me
'Bout to hit the club, make a movie, yeah
Rated R pulled
all of my proceeds
Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb
After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)
Yeah, and I
You know my pedigree, ex-dealer used to move 'phetamines
Girl, I spend money like it don't mean nothin'
And besides, I got a thing for you (for you
I know you back for the remix
Party like we just don’t care
You and all your girls ……
Written by : Raul ortega Garay (Vibe Exclusive)
Jayceon
clubs, nigga (Lord)
Pandemic got niggas eatin' like Action Bronson
Thanksgiving, catchin' the corona like Magic Johnson (you did)
Is it real? Is it
Clowns, take them scraps home don't be proud
Cristal don't make tops so we don't drink we pour our
I know I make you sick so call out
Like my soles latino
deep
Pull up to that club like
Mothafucka ho you don't know me
I said I pull up to that club like
Mothafucka ho you don't know me
Started off with a OZ
money like it don't mean nothin'
And besides, I got a thing for you
I see you windin' and grindin' up on the floor
I know you see me lookin' at you
me, know she down to ride
Don’t you worry about your problems. It’s gon’ be alright
Boy, I know you niggas can’t stand me
Used to be dead broke
I'm going that way
Some things that I say, I know you don't understand me
You just got to feel me like your favorite brand of brandy
Making my own
better than you, I don't care
Violator, I brought Chris Lighty with me
I know he ain't seen a buzz this big since 50
I walk through the club let
Shorty this gon' be your favorite song
DJ Drama
And this is the remix
Baby, I don't know about you, but my wish came true
Matter of fact, let me
spendin' a couple dubs
Throwin' 'bout 30 stacks in the back
Make it rain like that 'cause I'm far from a scrub
You know my pedigree, ex-dealer used
(bitch)
Came in this bih with the stick
Don't at me, bitch, you know it's tucked (brrt)
Hottest in my city, bitch, me and these diamonds hittin'
Better
as well give me a kiss
If we keep touchin' like this
I know you scared baby
They don't know what we doin'
Let's both get undressed right here
Keep it
money like it don't mean nothin'
And besides, I got a thing for you
I see you windin' and grindin' up on the floor
I know you see me lookin' at you
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