Lyrics

Say I aint ever been the type to stay on read Not even type of girl to care or stress You buggin if you think this fit gon lay in bed It's the weekend and your bum ass not getting the cred You had a dime not a dozen You're really funny But I aint trippin over nothing Cause the phone blow up like a club on a Tuesday And the moneys like ugh hello, never choosey And the girls in the back at it, at it And the boys in the back addicts, addicts And the girls in the back at it, at it And the boys in the back addicts, addicts Cash Money nine nine nine nine Cash money 2000s Cash Money nine nine nine nine Cash money 2000s And the girls, and the girls And the, and the, and the girls And the girls, and the girls And the, and the, and the girls Now the DJ gon go ahead and run it back twice Ima let you catch your breath cause I'm feeling kinda nice Go ahead and shake the baby fat and call her baby spice All the homegirls in a row winning like the price is right Your girl is fine She a hundred But you wildin and she aint trippin over nothing Cause the phone blow up like a club on a Tuesday And the moneys like ugh hello, never choosey And the girls in the back at it, at it And the boys in the back addicts, addicts And the girls in the back at it, at it And the boys in the back addicts, addicts Cash Money nine nine nine nine Cash money 2000s Cash Money nine nine nine nine Cash money 2000s And the girls, and the girls And the, and the, and the girls And the girls, and the girls And the, and the, and the girls
Writer(s): Sonia Kilo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out