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" Text Message "
What's up with you? What you doin' tonight?
Said I hope it's me tonight, then I book you a flight
Oh, what a night, sleepover like it's junior high
We gettin' high, high ceilin's lookin' at your life
Rain, snow, or shine, she there every time
Hit you with that nonchalant "I'm fine," crazy sex drive
Left you feelin' right, middle of the night
Midnight, do ya like semi-pics? Triple X
Baby, know it's on sight, so
Tell me how to get there
Send me your address
Tell me how to get there
Started with a text message
Ended up with sex, yes, it's true
I wanna be on you
Started with a text message
Ended up with sex, yes, it's true
I wanna be on you
LOL, smiley face, the emoji with the tongue out
Now I'm kissin' you, touchin' you, freakin' you over at your house
Girl, we started on the floor, now we face-to-face (Face-to-face)
Start a little slow, now pick up the pace (Pick up the pace)
Everything I told you I was gonna do (Gonna do)
I did it well, accept it, we ain't get to drink (Get to drink)
Your body, I want it until the mornin'
I can't lie, for you, I'm a love-a-holic
Tell me how to get there
And already be undressed
Just tell me how to get there
It started with a text message (Text message)
Ended up with sex, yes, it's true (Oh, babe)
I wanna be on you (Be on you)
Started with a text message (Message)
Ended up with sex, yes, it's true (True)
I wanna be on you
LOL, smiley face, the emoji with the tongue out
Now I'm kissin' you, touchin' you, freakin' you over at your house
It started with my phone
And then we got to, to the point where I can't even leave you alone
It's crazy right?
Every day I shuffle, you my ace of spades
I try to keep you in the deck, but you never stay
No FaceTime, bae, she just want me face-to-face
Put you on lock, now you got keys to the place
I was really fuckin' with you, told myself not to get attached
There goes that and all them other girls I had, that's a wrap
I ain't mad, one of you was worth a million them
I'm a millionaire, never leave and can't believe it all
Started with a text message
Ended up with sex, yes, it's true
I wanna be on you
Started with a text message
Ended up with sex, yes, it's true
I wanna be on you
LOL, smiley face, the emoji with the tongue out
Now I'm kissin' you, touchin' you, freakin' you over at your house
" Iffy "
Ayy
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (Ooh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo, that's drippy (Ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (Ooh)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (Ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (Ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (Ooh, ayy)
Ballin' on these hoes like LeBron now (Ooh)
She spittin' off the top, that's a freestyle
Ayy, I'm 'bout to run it up
I'm 'bout to pull up in that motherfuckin' Bentley truck (Ayy)
Got some bad bitches and they 'bout to fuck it up (Ayy)
And we takin' shit over just to sum it up, sum it up
Yeah, I need my commas, lil' bitch
I ain't playin', man, I put that on my mama and shit
Twenty-four on the jersey, just for Mamba and shit
Vince Carter on the beat, I put my arm through the rim
It's your birthday, put your hands in the air if it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck, it's not your birthday (Birthday)
You should be throwin' that back in the first place
It's Breezy, I know you heard of me
Ooh, yeah
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (Ooh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo, that's drippy (Ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (Ooh)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (Ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (Ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (Ooh, ayy)
Ballin' on these hoes like LeBron now (Ooh)
She spittin' off the top, that's a freestyle
I'm about to turn it up, a hundred degrees
Got my baby goin' up, flight overseas
I don't know where your girl at, she missin'
I'm a bad boy like a Detroit Piston
Nigga, I might smash on yo' bitch, Mitch Richmond
Cookin' up that hot shit, yeah, we in the kitchen
You been workin' out, girl, lookin' real temptin'
The way you make it clap, tonight I might tap that
It's your birthday (Birthday), put your hands in the air if it's your birthday (Birthday)
And you know we don't give a fuck, it's not your birthday (Birthday)
You should be throwin' that back in the first place (First place)
It's Breezy, I know you heard of me
Ooh, yeah (Ooh, ayy)
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (Ooh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo, that's drippy (Ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (Ooh)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (Ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (Ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (Ooh, ayy)
Ballin' on these hoes like LeBron now (Ooh)
She spittin' off the top, that's a freestyle
Yeah, let's play, your body makes me feel a way
Just make it shake, I want you to put it all in my face
Make it nasty (Ahh)
Bad bitch (Bad), walked in (Walked), her friends locked in (Yeah)
Top ten (Woah), toxic I am, yes, ma'am (Yeah-yeah)
And if they hatin' on you, I might have to kick them out 'cause
It's your birthday (It's your birthday), put your hands in the air if it's your birthday (Birthday)
And you know we don't give a fuck, it's not your birthday (Birthday, yeah)
You should be throwin' that back in the first place (First place)
It's Breezy, I know you heard of me
Ooh, yeah
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (Two-fifty, oh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo, that's drippy (Yeah-yeah, I did that, ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (Tipsy, yeah)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (Ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (I know, ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (Vibe, ooh, ayy)
Ballin' on these hoes like LeBron now (Ooh)
She spittin' off the top, that's a freestyle (Freestyle)
" Put Your Hands In The Air "
Put your hands in the air
If you wanna freak somethin' down tonight
P-p-p-put your hands in the air
All my ladies, ladies, ladies
Do it just like that (Oh-oh)
Just like that (Oh-oh)
Just like that (Oh-oh)
All my ladies (Oh-oh)
Just like that
Plans for the night? Yeah, they all on me
And tell me what you like 'cause I'ma give get that shit and bull
'Cause you got on your birthday suit and your sexy is callin', baby
Tonight is your night, you're the center of attention, the spotlight is on you
Got your hair done
If you're feeling real good say, "Yeah"
Throw your tens up and keep 'em right there
Put your hands in the air
If you wanna freak somethin' down tonight
P-p-p-put your hands in the air
All my ladies, ladies, ladies
Do it just like that (Oh-oh)
Just like that (Oh-oh)
Just like that (Oh-oh)
All my ladies (Oh-oh)
Just like that
Up in V.I.P. with the ladies party at Mansion
Watch me do my dougie, bet the shorties think I'm handsome
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hennessy and Baileys on the daily, CÎROC by the case load
Party all night long, we ain't stopping 'til I say so
If you're lonely, come in here with me
Girl, just work that thing, you know I'm a freak (Freak)
Got your hair done
If you're feeling real good say, "Yeah"
So throw your tens up and keep 'em right there
Put your hands in the air
If you wanna freak somethin' down tonight
P-p-p-put your hands in the air (in the air)
All my ladies, ladies, ladies (Ladies, oh)
Do it just like that (Just like that, oh-oh)
Just like that (Just like that, oh-oh)
Just like that (Just like that, whoa, oh-oh)
All my ladies (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Just like that
Just like that, just like this
Whatever it is, shorty, you got it
Like a game of tag, shorty, you got it
And shorty got ass, that you can't miss
She the shit, lighters up or just put up your cellphone
Dark skin girls turn me on, so do red bones
Racin' to the V.I.P., lookin' like a marathon
Too many bottles left over, guess I'ma carry home
By the end, I'ma turn it up
And all the niggas smokin', tell 'em burn it up
She got me pimped against the wall
She 'bout to make it stand up
I'ma put my motherfuckin' hands up (Oh-oh)
Put your hands in the air (Put your hands in the air)
If you wanna freak somethin' down tonight (Oh)
P-p-p-put your hands in the air (oh-whoa)
All my ladies, ladies, ladies (Oh-whoa)
Do it just like that (Just like that, oh-oh)
Just like that (Oh, oh-oh)
Just like that (Oh, oh-oh)
All my ladies (Oh-oh)
Just like that
You know what?
We so in our zone
There's nothin' more to do, man
I might quit after this
And like that, ha ha ha
We gone
" Time For Love "
Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
Go
This may be my last time (Yeah), so I'ma do whatever
This may be my last chance (Oh), for me and you together
I can be your honeycomb (Your honeycomb) and we can fly together
You're so sweet, I taste it, baby
I just, I just
I wanna see you puttin' it together like a number (Hey)
Multiply the times we done taken our love (Ah)
Or maybe we should just add up our love (Ha)
I know your heart (Ha)
Your kiss drives me crazy, babe
We don't gotta fake this shit when we're lovin'
'Cause the other one's got it and they be lyin' about it
Can't live a day in the life
Just do what you like
Do what you like (Oh)
Do what you like (Oh-whoa)
Do what you like
Come on, baby, it's your world I wanna live in
And I'm loving this feeling
Do what you like (Oh)
Do what you like (Oh-whoa)
Do what you like
Just like that, girl, I know you like that
And we only got time to love
This won't be my last chance, so I'ma do whatever
It takes to get you out here, so I'ma be smooth and clever
Let me get in your comfort zone, girl, we can move together
Spinning 'round, I got you, baby
I just, I just
I wanna see you puttin' it together like a number (Hey)
Multiply the times we done taken our love (Ah)
Or maybe we should just add up our love (Ha)
I know your heart (Ha)
Your kiss drives me crazy, babe
We don't gotta fake this shit when we're lovin'
'Cause the other one's got it and they be lyin' about it
Can't live a day in the life
Just do what you like
Do what you like (Oh)
Do what you like (Hey, oh-whoa)
Do what you like
Come on, baby, it's your world I wanna live in (Oh)
And I'm loving this feeling (What you like)
Do what you like (Oh)
Do what you like (Oh-whoa)
Do what you like
Just like that, girl, I know you like that
And we only got time to love
Do what you like (Oh)
Do what you like (Baby, oh-whoa)
Do what you like
Come on, baby, it's your world I wanna live in
And I'm loving this feeling (Oh-oh)
Do what you like (Oh)
Do what you like (Oh-whoa)
Do what you like
Just like that, girl, I know you like that (Woo, woo)
And we only got time to love
Said we only got time
And we only got time to love
We, we only got time
We only got time to love
To love, to love
And we only got time to love
Got it, 'bout it
Said we got time
Do what you like (Oh)
Do what you like (Oh-whoa)
Do what you like
Come on, baby, it's your world I wanna live in (What you like, yeah-yeah)
And I'm loving this feeling
Do what you like (Baby, oh)
Do what you like (Baby, oh-whoa)
Do what you like
Just like that, girl, I know you like that (Yeah-yeah)
And we only got time to love
Do what you like (Oh, hey)
Do what you like (Oh-whoa, hey)
Do what you like
Come on, baby, it's your world I wanna live in
And I'm loving this feeling (Oh, girl)
Do what you like (Oh, can you do it?)
Do what you like (Oh-whoa, can you do it?)
Do what you like
Just like that, girl, I know you like that (Can you do it?)
And we only got time to love
Yeah-yeah
Time to love
Said we only got time to love
Said we only got time to love
Baby
" What I Do "
Just in case you forgot (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
We go by The Runners
Hol' up, hol' up, Chris Brown
This what we do, we do this
I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah (Yeah)
I'm speedin' down the fast lane, stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah
I'm feelin' like I can't lose
And when they ask me 'bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs
I just tell 'em it's what I do, it's what I do
It's what I do, hey, it's what I do
Everywhere I go they show me love so I give it back
Throw a couple stacks up in the air 'cause I'ma get it back (Oh)
See something sexy up in here, I'ma bring it back (Bring it back)
They keep on runnin' back (Runnin' back), they keep on comin' back (Yeah)
Everybody knows CB, see me sittin' in the front row, Playoffs
Stuntin' with my J's on and it's all for them haters (Yeah)
Yeah, we get into that guap, boy, my money too long, boy (Ooh)
We do this for fun, boy
I be throwin' up my cash (Yeah), actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah (Yeah)
I'm speedin' down the fast lane, stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah
I'm feelin' like I can't lose
And when they ask me 'bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs
I just tell 'em it's what I do (It's what I do), it's what I do (It's what I do)
It's what I do, hey, it's what I do (Woo!)
Ah-na-na, ah-na-na
Ah-na-na, ah-na-na
Ah-na-na, ah-na-na
Ah-na-na
Ayy, ayy, it's what I do
Single once again, I'm 'bout to go where I never been
Gone with the wind 'cause that other ish irrelevant (Yeah)
We can get it in, I mean get it in
And I got stamina so don't forget to bring a friend
Nah, bring ten but they gotta be tens
Now that's a hunnid them, let The Runners in (Yeah)
Yeah, swag heavy like an elephant
My CD's sellin' out, you ain't married to the game, you celibate
I be throwin' up my cash (Yeah), actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah (No, no, yeah)
I'm speedin' down the fast lane (Speedin' up), stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah ('Cause they can't, yeah)
I'm feelin' like I can't lose
And when they ask me 'bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs
I just tell 'em it's what I do (It's what I do), it's what I do (It's what I do)
It's what I do, hey, it's what I do (Yeah, woo!)
Ah-na-na, ah-na-na (Yeah)
Ah-na-na, ah-na-na (Yeah)
Ah-na-na, ah-na-na
(Oh, this here is what I do, homie)
Ah-na-na
(This here is what I do, homie)
Ayy, ayy, it's what I do
I keep cash on me, no Black Cards (Black Cards)
They don't know what them is, I deal with hood broads (Hood broads, yeah)
That's a .9 on me, that's no iPod (iPod)
You want my watch, homie, gimmie five bricks for it (For it)
I got the Maserati, I hit a lick for it (Lick for it)
When old money talk, that's when I pay for it (Pay for it, yeah)
Seven car fleet, and all 'em mine (Mine)
Four broads with me, and all 'em dimes (Dimes)
Six chains on me, and all 'em shine (Shine)
I got my bread right, feel like I'm 6ix9ine
Ain't just hot in mine, I'm hot in every city
She want a pretty boy, I brought Chris Breezy with me
I be throwin' up my cash (Yeah), actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah (Yeah)
I'm speedin' down the fast lane (Yeah), stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah
I'm feelin' like I can't lose
And when they (When) ask me 'bout the cars (Cars), and the girls (Girls), and the cribs (Cribs)
I just tell 'em it's what I do (It's what I do), it's what I do (It's what I do)
It's what I do, hey, it's what I do (Woo!)
Ah-na-na (Na-na), ah-na-na (Na-na)
Ah-na-na (Na-na), ah-na-na
Ah-na-na (Na-na), ah-na-na (Na-na)
Ah-na-na (Ah-na-na)
Ayy, ayy, it's what I do