Lyrics

Yo Yeah girl slow it up just a little bit Going crazy like a kid without the Ritalin Ooh yeah bring your friend I could be your middleman She act indifferent my homie gonna lend a hand Show me passion I ain't tryna see your Instagram But damn shawty got an ass like a minivan I got the cargo you don't even need to lift a hand Thinking I'm gonna change your life like yeah girl I really can Yeah I really can, slap 'em in my Timberlands Been the man, feeling fantastic you a little man And I'm the businessman, riding in a big sedan Your girl in the front seat, trust me she been a fan Yeah she been a fan, yeah she been a fan And I'mma benefit when it hit 4am A shooter pulling up, time to score again They say love is war well it's time to make war again (Woo) (Hey, yeah, woo) (Ow ow) (Hey, yeah) Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah girl Move it back, move that, move that girl On my lap, do that, do that girl Yeah move it on back, prove that, prove that girl On my lap (do it do it) On my lap (do it do it) On my lap (do it do it) On my lap (do it do it) Ooh yeah on my lap do that girl Yeah move it on back, move that, move that Move back ooh yeah new Mac, new raps, new tracks smack Newsflash, who last? I last, you last, you crashed back Way back at the pack, attack is what you lack Attack is what I tack on, album platinum When I come in with the maximum Shooting off shots no magnum Flow so hot that's magma Just having fun I ain't mad nah Man what? Give no f, fill those cups, spill those bucks Want to grow up? F no so throw your muthaf hands up (Woo) (Hey, yeah, woo) (Ow ow) (Hey, yeah)
Writer(s): Bradley Perl, Cafe Disko Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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