Lyrics:
Ba-dum bum, ba-dum
Yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
(Yes sir) Hey
(Yes sir) Yeah
Look
You was there standing all night
Your heartbeat matching with
And when you may try to hide away
Why do you hide away? (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Why do you hide away? (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Feeling like there's no room left for
the cash
Through it in a bag
We don't go and get it you know where we at (ooh)
Ain't lost in a minute refuse to look back (ooh)
Go in the store and get us
the man (mm mmm), yeah (ha, ha, ha, ha)
Woi, woi ooh, holy partic-ness (woi, woi)
She wan' bring the strip club to her kitchen just for the litness
girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I'm wearing I will always be
India Arie
When I look in
and you'd still feel the same
Cause gettin' curved by 10 of 10s is just a hell of a game
And it ain't gon' change the fact that she still look amazin'
Just
Off the drank, no Bill Cosby
I move like it's hockey I shoot my shot and feel like Crosby
Ain't support my methods out the picture how I'm cropping
and watch the traffic panic, it sails away
Look at this...It's Christmas Day...
Christmastime in Motor City
But things ain't really pretty
Leather,
got dubbed
No $2,500 for the tuss
We S-class bitch no scrub
Bad bitch look good no dub
She thick not sweet, show love
My bitch too fye on god
I drop
what it does
I'ma pull up on love
I'ma make you get on up, oh
She's thicker than Snickers, I ain't no candy rapper (woo)
I'm suited and booted, I'm
do but I'm just really not sure
Waitress comes over, nobody in the place but me and her
Well it must be a holiday, there's nobody around
She studies me
to go in her hair
Pray to God almighty
Then after a while
Way by and by
She began to sit down again
And look at herself
She laughed
She said I'm still
said "Cluck, I don't give a shit
If your girl kneel down and suck my dick"
It all happened and the guy tried to choke her
Nigga didn't care, she ain't
to the bank, like a running back
Ol' girl broke my heart, now she running back
Ooh girl, move girl, i don't want you back
New girl, my boo, k. she gon throw it
and you know, lookin hard in the video. But, you know. Reality is..it's like I've always told to my husband, it's like, look, you know, we look at Bob
Brook boy, you ain't bagged nothin', fuck outta there
Good weed, pretty girls in my whips
We be really in the mix
Cardboard boxes, say a prayer
(amen)
Amen, amen
Yeah, made it out the slums, I say amen
I got a milli sittin' pretty that's a W (ooh)
I might get a papercut while I try thumbing
seventeen
And I know that I wasn't wasting breath or words
'Cause I look at her and I'm pretty sure ya heard
This old guitar, dad played in bars
As soon
Some will sell their Coca-Cola
Some will sell their energy
Some will look the other way when
There are things they should not see
Ooh, ooh
You're
Went to Carvel to get a milk shake
This honey ripped me off for all my loot cakes
The car oh yeah there's money in my jacket
Somebody broke into
Stay there, you ain't ready to move with real niggas (that's right)
And guess who I'm talkin' to, you, nigga
You already know what it is, yeah
You
want it
Baby, you got it (just bust a move)
If you want it
You got it, uh
If you want it
Baby, you got it, mh
In the city, ladies look pretty
girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I'm wearing I will always be
India Arie
When I look in
(SSJ we on the scene, yeah)
(Demon time, when I pull up in the coupe)
(Shawty bad, lil mama, what it do)
She a pretty lil thing, wearing pretty lil
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