Lyrics

It's all a game we want fame, we want money and cars I'm talking big big bucks, let me buy out the bar Brought another couple dancers in that big-ass car So the busters know they love us, got 'em crossing their hears Speak the truth if you need to cause you in love with the feeling How bout you catch up with me later for some sexual healing? Put your hands to ceiling, cause you riding and dealing While inside they be wildin' out, I'm right there with 'em Dirty dirty get it good girl, all the way from Pasadena I ain't afraid to take my time, I know you don't care neither This is a testament to everything I left them with I gotta do my thing baby cause I'm heaven sent Do your thing You know you got nothing to hide Why won't you stop being shy? Come along for the ride And the world is a crazy place Everybody saving face Forget about the cameras and ball So you tell 'em I'm a boss and they're thinking I'm a player Jensen Reed all your needs I'm a fly rhyme-sayer At times I've been contemplating never mistaken On point like Uni-Ball pens watch me rock it 'til the end Baby girl how you doing? Hope you living it right Am I being to forward to ask your plans for the night? See the way you dancing on the floor it's got me uptight I'd like to put you and your friends in my cameras spotlight Snapshot, click, flash, now rotate your positions Cook me up some breakfast in a thong in the kitchen It's a long intermission, we got all night You do your thing little ladies Keep doing it right
Writer(s): Christian Hand, Jensen David Reed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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