Last Year
Trey Songz, Wiz Khalifa, Berner
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Baby bring that ass, ass here yeah, yeah More money than I made last year Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Baby, work the pole like it’s magic Make it disappear like it’s magic She do anything for her daddy She do anything for that (Bring that) Ass here yeah, yeah More money than I made last year Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We in the Ghost, let’s get lost in the Hills (in the hills) I been broke, yeah I know how it feels (I know how it feels) And she just want to make me happy (she my bottom bitch) I’m not her dad but she call me daddy (oouuu) I got a line out in Cinncinnati My bitch bad her fingernail in a baggie (full of coke) She keep her fingernail full a candy (full of coke) She do a shot, hit a bump then she pop an Addy (oouuu) Summertime, how we run through it The street life all the drama, yeah I’m numb to it New whip, big chain, bring the cash here I’m tryin’ double-up what I made last year Baby bring that ass, ass here yeah, yeah More money than I made last year Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Baby, work the pole like it’s magic Make it disappear like it’s magic She do anything for her daddy She do anything for that (Bring that) Ass here yeah, yeah More money than I made last year Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Baby got that drip, drip and you know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout Baby keep her lips zipped she don’t ever run her mouth Got a bag on me, I might drop it on you right now, I swear You been a good girl, don't you ever go bad I dare you Baby bring that ass, ass here yeah, yeah More money than I made last year Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Baby, work the pole like it’s magic Make it disappear like it’s magic She do anything for her daddy She do anything for that (Bring that) Ass here yeah, yeah More money than I made last year Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Diamonds on froze, money keep flowin’ She never smoke, she wanna post it (yah) She wanna post it (yah), she wanna post it (yah) My money longer, my kush is stronger Ridin’ that foreign, she never saw it (yah) She wanna post it (yah), she wanna post it (yah) She do anything (anything), she want a wedding ring (hell naw) But I’m married to the game, new bitches everyday (everyday) I’m not a player I just crush a lot (I f*ck alot) Picked her up and got head in the parkin’ lot The bitch gave me straight dome, she a busy body (oouuu) In her little Maserati and she on a molly She got her man tatted on her body He a clown, he don’t never come around, put it down Baby bring that ass, ass here yeah, yeah More money than I made last year Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Baby, work the pole like it’s magic Make it disappear like it’s magic She do anything for her daddy She do anything for that (Bring that) Ass here yeah, yeah More money than I made last year Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Written by: Tremaine Neverson, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Gilbert Anthony Milam Jr., Keith D. Avedon, Scott Spencer Storch, AVEDON, GILBERT ANTHONY JR MILAM, TREY SONGZ
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