Lyrics:
the summer, in the night
By the water, by the tide
I can see it, checkin’ out and checkin’ in
Who’s gonna tell him that there’s no winner?
If not now then when?
Oh yeah now you wanna be all on me
When we was in the club you was dashin' out
What was up with that?
Watchu mean what was up with me at the club
cowgirls off
I'm pickin' you up after I get my pay
And we'll be rollin' in the hay
Put it on a flatbed and go for a ride
Under the moonlight
You by my side
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
fucked up in the back
Checkin on my weed and scratch I damn near fell out the lat
I hit the sack to sleep it off woke up woozy and still smoking
You tryna make me do the most
You think that’s okay?
Hurry up and text me back
I don’t got all day, no
And I choose you anyway, oh
And I choose you
fucked up
Got you prayin' to the sky baby
Prayin' to the Lord
Askin' for some wishes cause you really want more yeah
Checkmate on a nigga
Yeah checkin' all
Ba ba baa baa ba ba baa
You was a nigga finally make me kill one of y'all
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep that thing
Right up under my
it
Chin-checkin' kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic chords like double helixes to show them
dumbfucks
Vocals warmed up, beyond Ford tough
I kept my lawn cut
This felon conduct
I got my arm out the window of an armed truck
It's Teamster Union
up, I'm tryna make all of my dreams materialize
So I sorta say my goodbyes to the straight and narrow
I found a new route, you 'bout to see my life
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a flirt
Soon as I see her walk up in the club
I'm a flirt winking eyes at me when I
Roll up on them dubs, i'm a flirt
1, 2, 3, 4
[ VERSE 1: Bosco Money ]
Ah, once again
Groove, you got the time to spend
Listen up, because the end
Will justify the means
We choose
through on the dance floor, checkin' out that catalog (hey)
Can't believe my eyes, so many women without a flaw (hey)
And I ain't gon' give it up, steady
circle, why you check out your zone?
I be checkin' my circles, cool, we rollin' alone
Be here with or without you, I'ma get it alone
And he never supports
Sittin' up on the roof
Sneakin' a smoke by the chimney
Checkin' out the moon
And the city lights
He takes off his flannel shirt and he
Drapes it
give you some brain, you let her throw up the Roc
Let her put on your chain, she'll throw you some cot
Picture that, like Meagan Good and Jamie Foxx
Hype
hand
Leanin in and out of sedans
Pumpin crack dreams to crack fiends for a fee
Their dream is to re-up to a ki
Cops watch the influx of dope
Through
inside
Everybody checkin' on my swag Tryna copy me, but they don't do me, now I brag
Flex up, new rollie, new tag You know that bitch really kinda fuckin'
with lames
Who probably all deserve a can
Of whoop-ass opened up
By any means and circumstance
I'm swervin' back to work
Inside my brother's gold Le
Let's party y'all
Let's party
Let's have a ball
Let's party let's party y'all let's have a ball
Let's party y'all
Step up in the spot like who dat
tryna be the best with mystique (yeah)
And I'm no Missy Elliot
So I ain't checkin' for tweets
Checkin' for posts
(Ugh) , they be deaf doin' the most
My
b**** checkin my d**** phone
If I f***** tell these h**** I got me on a d*** show
They gon pull up with they besties man that s**** for damn sure
If I'm
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