JUST WANNA PT.2

Ya say what? Love (can you maintain me?)

The way she's shakin' all that ass mean she know she be turning faces (what?)

You know when we really pipe down we gon' wake the neighbors

I'm too busy tryna dance with Tiana Taylor

We gon' take her back to the room later

I'm too faded, I'm too fine, you too fine not to be my lady

For one day, think about it, think that's maybe

I'm too horny and I know that I shoulda said it

The way she droppin' yak, it's so dangerous, turn me on

It's gettin' smoky up in here, pass me a lighter

And I know this shit is getting tight, might need suppliers

I wank something every time I walk behind her

I'm too fly, ain't no need to go any higher

It's a little busy, let her put me up on the flyer

Two shots, once I pull up, ain't no getting lighter

Yo, bitch should love it over here, pull her an all-nighter

And both the bitches hella pretty, don't need to fight her

And we ain't lettin' them over here unless it's one of us

We taxi by the boat and all my **** a hunnid up

****, I'm ten shots, but only feelin' by one of them

And if it's one's up in the stack, get your cobra

And we got strippers on the pole, shakin' hella asses

If you ain't got no sense, then we gon' put you down on your ass

I'm still jiggin', and they know I got 40 marg

We ain't turn this shit down, **** gon' stand back

I gas the beat and I put it on backtrack

I put it in the ass, yeah she know she gon' back there

Tellin' gal to arch her back and go clap that

Rippin' off my shirt, then she got me on fast track

Cuban links, yeah, we booked jewelry on private sessions

And them diamonds hella cloudy, no VVS's

Cuttin' the ball, bitch, throw it all, no pocket checkin'

And them ****, not them killers messed up they exes

I just wanna get rich, and bitch, I'm on the mix, so let me go talk shit

Let the party get the jumpin', and it's somethin' that I miss

And I'm the one to do it, and no, I do not miss

They say I be so sick if I cough, then it's gon' hit (ah, ah)

Fully get the spin, I'm shootin' with no wrist

And I keep it goin', I'm flowin' and won't switch

And tell 'em ****, stop it, I cannot condone this

And tell the bitch to pop it and drop it and get it lit

Them **** not gang, yeah, them ****, they don't fit

And we gon' let it rain, hundred boy, in one flip

And tell them **** stop the fame, yeah, the ****, they nodded

And I just wanna see about six zeros, two commas, all dollars

Hit me by the pint, and we gon' pour a by the bottle

And she shakin' all that ass, gotta go on full throttle

I hit her from the back, and she won't see me by tomorrow (yeah)

I'm gon' clap it up, I don't give a fuck, big or little and I'm gon' clap it up

Gon' clap it up, I don't give a fuck if it little, but gon' clap it up

Say what?