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" Get Dat Money "
Look how she up and down that pole
Just clap that ass up on that pole
Twerk, twerk, twerk, aw yeah
Now pop that pussy for a real nigga
Now do it, get that money, baby
Now pop that pussy for a real nigga
Go ahead and get that money, baby
Look how she up and down that pole
Stripper bitches, got a couple singles for you
Just clap that ass up on that pole
Twerk, twerk, twerk
Aw yeah, now pop that pussy for a real nigga
Now do it, get that money, baby (ah)
Now pop that pussy for a real nigga (yeah)
Go ahead and get that money, baby
Hundred dollar bottle, what the strippers swallow?
Malaya Blacc Chyna, shout out to Tyga
Red Bottoms just to match the 'rari Spider
Plain Jane Rollie got them bitches on fire
Now whoever say I cuff hoes
I just break the band on the bitch that's on that pole
Pussy poppin', got the squad turnin' up with hoes
Ace of Spades, VIP, we see TV like show
Now oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Got spikes of red all on my shoes
We global like we on the news
Stay in the best designer, we be on the news, let's get it
Look how she up and down that pole
Stripper bitches, got a couple singles for you
Just clap that ass up on that pole
Twerk, twerk, twerk
Aw yeah, now pop that pussy for a real nigga
Now do it, get that money, baby (ah)
Now pop that pussy for a real nigga (yeah)
Go ahead and get that money, baby
Came flippin', I bought it, when I came through in that foreign
Only fuck with them bad bitches, them square bitches be borin'
She need five stacks on that hair, coke, pills I'm on
Been gettin' money all year, all them cribs I own
Shawty help me slangin' fish to meet me at the yard
Goddamn, young nigga made it hot
Shawty bent it over, told me land on it
Came with a 100 large, Uncle Sam on 'em
She spinnin' on the top like a ceilin' fan
I can catch a rico off the Instagram
Wrist wrapped up, John Wall
Stackin' money up, wall to wall
Look how she up and down that pole
Stripper bitches, got a couple singles for you
Just clap that ass up on that pole
Twerk, twerk, twerk
Aw yeah, now pop that pussy for a real nigga
Now do it, get that money, baby (ah)
Now pop that pussy for a real nigga (yeah)
Go ahead and get that money, baby
" New Flame "
There can be one only you, whoa-oh (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
And baby, God could never make two, whoa, na-na-na (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
And I know you came here with your crew, whoa-oh (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
But I promise you that it feels like it's just us two, uh-huh (Oh-oh)
Oh, I don't know what you had planned to do tonight (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
But I just wanna be the one to do you right, right (Oh-oh)
When we're standing here, looking at each other, baby, eye to eye (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
And I'm hoping that you're thinking 'bout leaving with me tonight
Who said you can't find love in the club?
'Cause I wanna tell them they wrong
Come on, just, baby, try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
You gon' be my baby (Yes)
Love me, love you crazy (Yes)
Tell me if you with it (Yes)
Baby, come and get it
Baby, try a new thing (Ursher, baby)
And let's spark a new flame
Breezy, let me holla at her
Yeah, man, listen
I can't believe you came here all alone
Baby girl, where's your lover?
Oh, it don't really matter
'Cause I got plans to get to know you better, yeah
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Let's make what we got here last forever, uh
Girl, 'cause I don't wanna let you go, never (Oh-oh)
I don't know what you had planned to do tonight (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Girl I just wanna be the one to do you right, right (Oh-oh)
When we're standing here, looking at each other, baby, eye to eye (Oh, yeah, yeah, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Baby, I hope that you're thinking 'bout leaving with me tonight
Who said you can't find love in the club? (Love, oh)
'Cause I wanna tell them they wrong (Oh, whoa-oh, tell them that they wrong)
Come on, just, baby, try a new thing (Try a new thing, hey)
And let's spark a new flame (Oh, yeah, yeah)
You gon' be my baby (Yes, oh)
Love me, love you crazy (Yes, crazy)
Tell me if you with it (Yes, with it)
Baby, come and get it
Girl, just try a new thing (Gonna spark it up, baby, try a new thing)
And let's spark a new flame
She know what time it is, Chris, yeah
(M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)
Home plate, World Series, how a nigga slidin' in her (Ugh)
Baby, I'm a boss, I'm talkin' George Steinbrenner
Panamera, Yogi Berra, my two-seater, Derek Jeter
Got more stripes than all these niggas
Babe Ruth ballin' in a Beamer (Woo)
Collar on my Polo (Woo), kisses on my necklace (Agh)
All my diamonds watchin', now my watches gettin' jealous (Ha ha)
Smoking on a bomb in my autographed LeBron's
Yeah, she told me I'm the one, that's when I only hit it once
M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music
Who said you can't find love in the club? (No)
'Cause I wanna tell them they wrong (Baby)
Come on, just, baby, try a new thing (New thing, baby)
And let's spark a new flame (Baby)
You gon' be my baby (Yes, be mine)
Love me, love you crazy (Yes)
Tell me if you with it (Yes)
Baby, come and get it
Baby, try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame
" Shooter "
Sinkin' low, highs and lows
Nothin' to cure it, I'm losin' faith (Woah)
Sinkin' now, swim for shore
Ready to prove it, my love, baby
I've been shipwrecked, stole my heart of gold (Oh)
My soul (Woah) is stuck healin' here (Oh-oh)
Will you find me before I'm skull and bones?
If so, that's fine, yeah, I'm outta time, I am
No one looks like you, no one walks that way
And I say, "Who are you? Who are you? What's your name?" (Oh, yeah, yeah)
If I lose, I lose (Oh, yeah, yeah), I'll get you someday
If so, that's fine, if so, that's fine
The one thing 'bout your love
I always fall for it
When you're fire, you see smoke (Oh-oh)
Shooter, shooter, light it up, light it up
Girl, you're my favorite
Why don't you want love? (Oh-oh)
Shooter, shooter
Careful with you (You), be careful with me (Me, me)
Don't tell me to decide when we fightin', woah (Woah)
Careful with you, watch what you're speakin'
I see your true side
How do I get home, sweet home?
How long have I been gone? Who knows?
Tell me, where do we go from here?
I know that you love me, but you act like you confused
No one looks like you (Oh-oh), no one walks that way
And I say, "Who are you? Who are you? What's your name?" (Oh, yeah, yeah)
If I lose, I lose (Oh, yeah, yeah), I'll get you someday
If so, that's fine, if so, that's fine
The one thing 'bout your love
I always fall for it
When you're fire, you see smoke (Oh-oh)
Shooter, shooter, light it up, light it up
Girl, you're my favorite
Why don't you want love? (Oh-oh)
Shooter, shooter
And if you leave here, don't come back again (Don't come back), yeah
And if you leave here, don't come back again (Back again, oh, I), yeah
I love how your skin on coco
Ooh, baby, don't know your worth
Only fuck tings with choco
Hurry up, I need you to hurry up
Wrap me up in your love like Fanta
Your heart can heal my scars
Hurry up, I need you to hurry up
Hurry up, hurry up
One thing 'bout your love (One thing about)
I always fall for it (Oh)
When you're fire, you see smoke
Shooter, shooter, light it up, light it up
Girl, you're my favorite
Why don't you want love?
Shooter, shooter, shooter
" Possessive "
When you love someone
You can feel it in your bones
Try to do what he ever did
Set the tone
I remember we was at war when I slept alone
I wrote this shit for the most beautiful love that I ever known
I was tryna bag you
Sendin' you signals like in your phones
He tryna drag you
Fucked up the feelings, left you alone
But are you braggin'?
You found a nigga you can count on
Yeah, uh
I wonder do your mama remember me
She was talkin' down on me, switchin' your energies
I got you fallin' like when I leave her with synergies
And I might get a little aggressive (Aggresive)
Or I might get a little possessive
But you know I got good intentions
Ooh
And even though you
Play it very cool
I know that you
Yeah (Yeah, oh)
Uh, okay
This not a confession
I'm kinda possessive
Your body impressive
Your time is too precious
I treat it like a diamond and bezel
I'm tryna Patek ya
Ain't tryna let ya out my protection
I'm tryna caress ya
These other niggas tryna correct ya
I'm tryna just let you be you, baby
I promise no pressure
I honor your presence
See you, act like I found me a treasure
And time is of essence
I want you to know mine is invested in our connection
You interestin', I'm interested
I'm not with the flexin'
Especially when you out with your besties
I gotta respect it
I sit my ass down let you check me
It's honestly sexy
You met me I was not what expected
You mine until the end of time of possession
And I might get a little aggressive
Or I might get a little possessive
But you know I got good intentions
Good intentions
And even though you, you play it very cool
I know that you
I know you want it
I wouldn't do the same with them I do to you (I wouldn't)
How come everythin' I tell you end up in the news?
They gon' love you when you're down, then no answer
We gon' keep that between me, God and you
Your temper
There's somethin' missin', baby, couple screws (Couple screws)
The money ain't change a nigga, it's changin' you (Changin' you)
Parties be jumpin', but at the same time
I don't want it if it ain't you
Oh, no
I repeat the same old patterns at night (Ooh)
That one moment that we shared, I want it in rewind (Throw it back for me)
And I might get a little too jealous
But you like when I drink from your water
Makin' me lose my mental when I see you (Psycho)
I never learn from it
I got a little burn from it (Yeah)
I guess this my turn, honey (Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
And I might get a little aggressive
Yeah, I might get a little possessive (Baby, baby)
But you know I got good intentions (I got, you and I, I)
And even though you
Play it very cool
I know that you
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Got intentions
" She Can Get It "
More money, more riches
More freaky model misses
Six-four booty making hit switches
Shawty sitting on 40 inches
I like her, she like me
I wanna love her, she wanna love me
That happening is unlikely
I got her thong where the ceiling fan lights be
Spinning like a tornado
Then I eat it up like it's gourmet food
Then I beat it up like boom, boom, boom
Then I get ghost like zoom
Climb on top of me, underneath the sheets
'Cause I'm about to take you down
And change your last name to Mrs. Brown
She know she can get it, get it (Oh)
She know she can get it (Oh), get it (Oh)
She know she can get it (Oh), get it (Oh)
So I'ma give it to her with that ghetto Kama Sutra
She know she can get it, get it (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, girl)
She know she can get it, get it (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
She know she can get it, get it (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, baby)
So I'ma give it to her with that ghetto Kama Sutra (Oh)
I'ma give it to her
If I don't give it to her, she gon' take it
But when she do it to you, she be faking
She a five-star chick on my A-list
I have her body bent over like the Matrix
I ain't mad at her, do ya thing, girl
I bet you never had an R&B singer
I promise you will never go back
So let me hit it out the park
It go V.A., L.A., New York, Atlanta
Houston, Chi-Town, rolling on the tour bus
I seen a lot of ladies but I'm feeling you
I gotta let you know, shawty, you can get it
She know she can get it, get it (Hey!)
She know she can get it, get it (Hey!)
She know she can get it, get it (Hey!)
So I'ma give it to her with that ghetto Kama Sutra
She know she can get it, get it (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
She know she can get it, get it (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
She know she can get it, get it (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
So I'ma give it to her with that ghetto Kama Sutra (Oh)
I'ma give it to her