Author: lyricspedia

Baby, does he do it for you? When he's finished, does he step back and adore you? I just gotta know, 'cause your time is money And I won't let him waste it, oh no-n (Ow!) Baby, just go with it 'Cause when you're with me, I can't explain it, it's just different We can...

It feels like I'm ready to dance, aw, baby So we can move right to the rhythm of love Ooh, that dress is so fancy, yeah And girl, I hope you don't mind taking it off (Take it off now, girl) Don't rush tonight, got a place in mind reserved for two Show you right...

Uh, a hundred thou', three kilos, my chain is illegal My life a Tarantino, tomorrow you in the sequel It's big dollars fuckin' with this big screen Shit done got crazy on the side lately, tell her don't scream Kick it like dojo, know you used to the finer things Raised from good homes, imagine...

Mustard on the beat, ho She don't think that I can change So I switched from a Benz to a Range, oh-oh First class to the jet, yeah I got more money than her ex, oh Way more money than her ex (Oh-whoa) And he ain't nothing like me, girl I done showed you shit...

I need you, I need you I need you, I need you I need you, I need you (Lemme see) I need you, I need you We poppin' like ayo All my bitches got real hair chillin' with the top down Screamin' like ayo I'ma take her ass down if she bring her friend around...

Drumma Boy Yeah Niggas won't ride for you, niggas won't die for you Bitch, I'll ride for you, niggas won't die for you Fuckin' in the morn' Makin' love, fuckin' in the mornin' Uh, wakin' up, fuckin' in the mornin' Niggas won't ride for you, yeah I'm 'bout to get up on that ass right...

Your world, I wanna live in it Your world, I wanna live in it Your world, I wanna live in it Your world, your world I've been, chilling on the beach down in Mexico Staring at the lights up in Tokyo Dancing in Spain as the rain falls down I've been, in New York City...

Step one, I can be your man You can call me daddy when we're fucking in the sand Step two, let's go for a ride, baby Gotta hold the stick, I'll drive, baby Step three, I be in these streets Throwin' up the West Side, chuckin' up the Ps (Woo!) And they can't take away...

Baby, I just had a long day I know you done seen my missed calls, I done called you a thousand times I guess you out clubbing, baby I'm not gon' trip, not gon' say shit, she gon' ask me why She know I'm hiding all this pain inside, but she'll never see a nigga...

Oh mother, sweet Caroline Feels like you shot me with a .38 or a .45 And my heart's bleeding, baby Can't feel my legs I'm paralyzed I know you just in it for the moment, so I'll enjoy the ride Eyes start rolling in back of my head, girl, I'm already gone I can see...