Grown Ups

Not tryna put a bunch of pressure on you or nutin' but uhh I don't even drink champagne What 'chu think all of this is for? So tell your homegirl you gon' be alright And make your way to my room I'm pretty sure they'll hate on me tonight But it's cool, cause we gon' do the things that grown-ups do Harlem in the house Harlem in the house Harlem in the house Harlem in the house Now I can be your lover, brother or be multi-facet I can do, anything if you will ever ask it I can dress hood if you want me, switch up! Now I can be suited and booted, or can mix it up I can make you feel as if I'm the only ? I can keep a job mami, I can work a shift I can bring you soup & orange juice, if you really sick Or I can put a rose in my mouth & bring a gift I want you out the hood for good I want you on your feet I want you being e'rything you thought you couldn't see I want your mind as free as a dolphin in the sea I want your intimacy, look into me & see C'mon, you know them hits from top 40 Got my house? a walkie talkie All these bad chicks bore me You the only shorty for me haaa! Don't say, what you won't do Cause these hours, are reserved for grown-ups And it's been a lot of money spent because of you At this time of night The only thing left to do Is tell your homegirl you gon' be alright And make your way to my room I'm pretty sure they'll hate on me tonight But it's cool, cause we gon' do the things that grown-ups do Bronx in the house BX in the house French Montana, Coke Boys in the house Hol' up, slo' up, fedz roll up Niggas starving. Coke boys & the girls doin' donuts 30 thousand over there, 30 models over there When you talk about feet, 30 thousand in the air I'm a coke boy, she cum second to the blow Gotta break her back, she won't love me when I'm broke Versace Dom, feel free you like shocking huh? 60 seconds or less & I'll be gone Hundred carats on my piece, I promise I'll never lease I'm married to the streets so I'm carried off the streets haaa I'm not the one to have you on a lease sign Keeping it 100, 100 thousand dollar piece on I get low on blocks, niggas go police on & when them bands pop, I don't need a refund Don't say, what you won't do Cause these hours, are reserved for grown-ups And it's been a lot of money spent because of you At this time of night The only thing left to do Is tell your homegirl you gon' be alright And make your way to my room I'm pretty sure they'll hate on me tonight But it's cool, cause we gon' do the things that grown-ups do The millest in this bitch, I'm the prezzie ho Prezzie row, 50k for the bezzie though Rico Love, we ain't even know you could rap She said you let me in your section & you could tap Hundred bottles in the club, you could Google that Fliest nigga on the fucking globe, check Google maps Lame at the bar but your girl up in here & I think she wanna show me her le pearl of Brazil, yea! A fuck nigga's worst nightmare Fuck a bad bitch, I'm only paying flight fare These hoes tell a mayne, go & get the jury form Posting pictures on the web, with your jury on (Bitch) Tryna kill a nigga vibe, word to Kendrick My wardrobe makes 4 perfect entries The kind of name that it never hurts to mention The size of my tip, should tell you my intention so Don't say, what you won't do Cause these hours, are reserved for grown-ups And it's been a lot of money spent because of you At this time of night The only thing left to do Is tell your homegirl you gon' be alright And make your way to my room I'm pretty sure they'll hate on me tonight But it's cool, cause we gon' do the things that grown-ups do