Prove It
Curren$y, Wiz Khalifa
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(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) She don't like comin' out the crib (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) I said baby girl that's where that money is (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Two shots we gon' sip (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) After this joint we gon' dip (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Top down in my whip (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Always with my bitch (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Go to sleep with you wake up in the mornin' (okay) Go 'n get some more (get some more) It's levels to this shit I never met a bitch that roll it up And treat a nigga better than you can Say you tired, switch shifts It ain't about me, you ain't interested Come to your spot, them bitches can't fit My spot on the throne somewhere they can't sit When you keep practicin' girl, you can't miss Losin' your spot, that's somethin' you can't risk You the female me, we do the same shit You don't be bringin' me problems, you bring a bitch Peel her purse back and break her quick They fall off if they can't commit Real player shit Drop the top hit a switch if they ain't convinced Been here for a while, so you seasoned She get cash from you, but f*ck with me for different reasons Prove yo' self (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) She don't like comin' out the crib (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) I said baby girl that's where that money is (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ay) Two shots we gon' sip (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, too much paper ain't enough, baby) After this joint we gon' dip (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, time to get to work) Top down in my whip (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Always with my bitch (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Go to sleep with you wake up in the mornin' Go 'n get some more (get some more) More money than I can count (money than I can count) More weed than I can smoke (weed than I can smoke) More cars than I can drive (cars than I can drive) But still I want mo'(stil I want mo') Got dollar sign eyes (dollar sign eyes) Got a '63, got a '64 and I got a '65 (got a '65) Got a '62 and I'm lookin' for a '61 right now ('1 right now) Top down on a '68 with like a ounce on me (ounce on me) Chevrolets bounce on streets Down niggas recognize OG (-nize OG) On the way to the back, Rolex watches Safety deposit boxes (yeah) No, we don't talk to outsiders We dress fly, fly private Roll the carpet out when we land My bitch bad behind the mask My hands on her ass, my mind on the stash Her hand on the baby 9 Dawg, you better hope she don't blast (blast) I don't bring a bush, it cross my path (my path) Baby girl, nah, only bring me the cash (cash) That's what I asked, layin' the pad Open the bag, rollin' up fast Smokin' 'em back to back 'Til I get a call concernin' them stacks and then I'ma scram She lookin' mad, but she lookin' good So I'ma come back to smash Four AM in the S-class, park that bitch right across the grass (across the grass) (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) She don't like comin' out the crib (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) I said baby girl that's what where that money is (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Two shots we gon' sip (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) After this join we gon' dip (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Top down in my whip (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Always with my bitch (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Go to sleep with you wake up in the mornin' Go 'n get some more
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Written by: Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Shante Scott Franklin
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