'm spiddin'. ...just like that ... Money if you wish ... ...girls like you Going my mind, shawty ... ...money on me, ...talking for me. Talking for me baby, talking for me
my mojo was active Looks from the hoes that were more than likely passive Back when let me not reflect on the old sh-t I'm on to the new act, on to my
like me, you can never, you can never do it like me, like me. Like me (like me) (noooooooohhh), Never do it like me,(No) you can never do it like me (like me
right he pressing me like button downs on a friday night im so pretty like he on my peddle bike he on my Low Starch he on my echo whites he saying Nicki
hit 'em He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him You heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son
slippers on, bet niggas gon honor it these aint even real clothes homie I'm pajama rich Banks told me homie go switch the style up these b-tches on me
get some of your own Count that money, get your game on Get your game on, get ya, get ya, game on You can't stop looking me, staring at me Be what I
a summers eve Young Money theives, steal your heart with ease Ooh baby I be stuck to you like glue baby, Wanna spend it all on you baby, My room is the key spot, Call me
B*tch stop lyin on me i smash these rappers and beat up the track at the same time homie young lloyd done called and told me sit the dog on it huba huba
hot hot Get it get it get it hot (She want me, yeah yeah, she want me) (She want me, why you think she on me?) Get it get it get it [50 Cent (Lloyd
Shake) what ya momma gave you throw it back now (Shake) what ya momma gave you let the World see it (Shake) [Verse 2] Me and fifty aint agree on sh-t
pussy on your sideburns he said im bad and he probably right he pressing me like buttons down on a friday (haha) im so pretty like me on my pedal bike me on my low scrunch me on
know i want you in the worst way i wanna hear you makin them sounds i wanna feel your body on me the way your movin ya body girl it makes me wonder
your hand on my pillow Hand on my pillow Lay your hand on my pillow Hand on my pillow Lay your hand on my pillow Hand on my pillow Lay your hand on
on my pillow Hand on my pillow Lay your hand on my pillow Hand on my pillow Lay your hand on my pillow Hand on my pillow Lay your hand on my pillow Hand on
your female's phone But you really startin to sound like a females homes Don't know why they told you that we sell stones We on the internet tryin to get our Email on [Chorus: Lloyd
s phone But you really startin' to sound like a females homes Don't know why they told you that we sell stones We on the internet tryin' to get our E-mail on [chorus - Lloyd
bad He probably right He pushing me like buttons down's on a friday night I'm so pretty like We on my peddled bike He on my low scrunch We on my echo
