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Paigey Cakey
Paigey Cakey
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Quentin Shemwell
Quentin Shemwell
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Casey MC Millan
Casey MC Millan
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Paige Meade
Paige Meade
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Woke up, made a banger So much on my mind, I had a stammer (woo) You know, you know, you know Tonight's going down We're about to take a trip to Paris (woo) If it ain't the money, I ain't calling back Really got my niggas playing quarterback Flexing in my Aqua, man, I brought it back Tryna get me down, well, I won't fall for that, bro Chilling with my brothers come on you know how it goes When we're in the cut, my niggas always got that crow I be in the money thing, you know, we getting dough Stacking everyday so I ain't never going broke I need a whip like a slave Please don't get carried away I need that breeze on the bay I need them commas on commas on commas on commas Man, gimme a break You know I been working hard putting time in this shit Come on, gimme some space, ayy I make your nigga go dab, dab, dab He put my face on the map, map, map He took me shopping in Paris for a day He wanna spend all his rack, rack, racks I bet my ex is so mad, mad, mad That why he keep running back, back, back He's on my body like a rash, rash, rash Woke up, made a banger So much on my mind, I had a stammer (woo) You know, you know, you know Tonight's going down We about to take a trip to Paris (woo) Woke up, made a banger So much on my mind, I had a stammer (woo) You know, you know, you know Tonight's going down We about to take a trip to Paris (woo) I heard my name in the mix When I come back, man, I'm putting in motion These niggas be talking some shit I ain't playing no games My team about to catch cases And I ain't tryna be a bad girl But you know I'm impatient See, he call me bossy But I know he love it (woo) 'Bout to make a call, I need my cheddar (need my cheddar) I don't trust you niggas, you a set-up Only real niggas around me 'Bout to pull up in my brownings All of my squad looking hot We might just set off alarm bells Everyday I be on fleek-fleek Out of this world man I'm ET They know I'm so sick, no Neyo I might just visit my GP I make your wifey go down, down, down She said I'm sweet like a Maoam Oh, I been naughty for the day Might tell her man to come 'round, 'round, 'round Milking this thing like a cow, cow, cow Stacking up all of these pound, pound, pounds Tell the waiter he should bring another round, round, round Woke up, made a banger So much on my mind, I had a stammer You know, you know, you know Tonight's going down We about to take a trip to Paris Woke up, made a banger (woo) So much on my mind, I had a stammer (woo) You know, you know, you know Tonight's going down We about to take a trip to Paris (woo)
Writer(s): Paige Hosea Meade, Casey Ryan Mcmillan, Quentin R. Shemwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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