Lyrics:
I see her layin' by the poolside every day
She ain't got a lot on
She ain't got a lot to say
She wouldn't look my way
But, buddy, what do you
can't help it
Cause oh, I'm hopin' obviously
That someday the answer will be
The girl can't help it if she's in love with me
She walks by the men
to suit ya
Well, you're not her kind of man
That deja' voodoo I will if you do
It's deja' vu all over again
She takes my hand and she whispers to me
can get riches
Potent 20's to double up's and quarter pieces
Fancy cars to condos with ? ? ? ?
Pops out the dream (chin-chin)
Cause it seems the corner
that could stand by me (yeah)
Soon as I find a girl that get along with me
I'ma fill her bag with hundreds and a lot of twenties (yeah)
(Yeah) I
some twenties
I nearly spent a dozen, she hate a nigga, that's cheap (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Let me know if you tryna have fun (have fun)
In the club, I got
to feed
Kill 'em niggas, homicide, they got a lot of leads
She told me I'm the richest nigga that she ever met
Twenty thou' Balenciagas, I ain't wear
threw a rope
Now I have suits
And she is hope
It seemed an elegant solution
One day this must end
It isn't real
Still I'll enjoy a hearty meal
tattoos
Damn she looks so fine
Only in my 20s
But she got all my attention
Conversations great
Damn she makes me feel so wanted
When it comes to love
I
So let the whole damn world go by
'Cause I just want to testify
From now on it's me
And my sweet potato pie.
stations I own
Give every girl a New York a cellular phone
Interstate highway controller 22 thousand cars on the freeway
Co-signer by myself, under me one
[Stone]
Say there's some 22's that cost a half-a-mill
When me and Baby be coming through like ya'll rappers for real?
Now I be slinging blocks, totting two
Ever since I was a jit, knew I was the shit
Shawty keep wanna come 'round, she wanna get hit
She think she the main because I keep her by my side
I lit up from Reno
I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't get to sleep that night
Till the morning came around
Set out running but I'll take my
Business suit, black Vuittons, waste coat
Money on me I've been counting up plenty
Michael Jackson, moonwalking on 20's
Fuck it
Yeah I might crash my whip
don't give no fucks
I get my paper, and everything ad up
Fuck about no hater, my rooms come with a view
Girls come by the two
She stalk my IG, I told
she's in love with me
She can't help it, the girl can't help it
If she walks by and the menfolks get engrossed
She can't help it, the girl can't help
blown
20's 50s I'm on my grind tho
Wrist froze
Nigga hot
He poping like criso
Big bag when I'm counting
She know I love O's
She love me
I got 1 rule I
back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
Shawty in the back
She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain't by the book, yeah
the beach
(By the beach)
Dime piece on the side of me (Nah nah)
Recline it fourty-five dеgrees (Oh oh)
I'm tryna give your lime a squeeze
(Limе a squeeze)
Her hat is hanging by the door
The one she bought in Mexico
It blocked the wind, it stopped the rain
She'd never leave that one
So she can't be
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty
Well, she was standing by the highway
In her boots and silver spurs
Gonna hitchhike to the yellow moon
When a Cadillac stopped for her
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low (I'm a flirt)
And when she's wit her man looking at me, damn right (I'm a flirt)
So homie don't bring your girl
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