Lyrics

Mustard on the beat, hoe Pull up to the party (party) Jewels all on my body (my body) Your chick on my body (my body) They can't tell me nothing, no Like stop it, them bitches over there not poppin' Ay, we gonna order more bottles And they can't tell me nothing, no (yeah yeah) Like get in my face, say less (say less) If it ain't about the money, say less (say less) If he ain't from the clique, say less Bitch, say less Got my woes with me (with me) Young nigga got the pool with me (on me) Make it rain, got a budget on me (on me) Blow a check, got bands on me Say, fuck you mean? (Oh yeah) This is your body Ain't no way I could hide it I wanna be your top supplier 'Cause I'll provide this all to you To you, to you, to you, to you 'Cause I'll provide this all Pull up to the party (party) (yeah yeah) Jewels all on my body (my body) Your chick on my body (my body) They can't tell me nothing, no Like stop it, them bitches over there not poppin' Ay, we gonna order more bottles And they can't tell me nothing, no (yeah yeah) Like get in my face, say less (say less) If it ain't about the money, say less (say less) If he ain't from the clique, say less Bitch, say less Got my woes with me (with me) Young nigga got the pool with me (on me) Make it rain, got a budget on me (on me) Blow a check, got bands on me Say, fuck you mean? (Oh yeah) This is your body Ain't no way I could hide it I wanna be your top supplier 'Cause I'll provide this all to you The only kind of love you'll ever need, baby I'm the one you better know when you see it Tell Ashanti got you weak in the knees, babe And you gon' hit the homies next weekend 'Cause I'ma put that good on you Like a woman should on you That new engine that could on you Make that thing go, chugga chugga, chugga, chugga, chugga I will give you everything you need, babe Everything you say And you can have everything on me Yeah, yeah, yeah Everything on me, yeah (Mustard on the beat) (Just pull up) Pull up to the party (party) Jewels all on my body (my body) Your chick on my body (my body) They can't tell me nothing, no Like stop it, them bitches over there not poppin' Ay, we gonna order more bottles And they can't tell me nothing, no (yeah yeah) Like get in my face, say less (say less) If it ain't about the money, say less (say less) If he ain't from the clique, say less Bitch, say less Got my woes with me (with me) Young nigga got the pool with me (on me) Make it rain, got a budget on me (on me) Blow a check, got bands on me (yeah) Say, fuck you mean? (Oh yeah)
Writer(s): Ashanti Douglas, Lewis Hughes, Nicholas Audino, Tyrone William Griffin Jr, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane, Te Whiti Warbrick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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