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Joyner Lucas
Joyner Lucas
Vocals
Timbaland
Timbaland
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gary M Lucas Jr
Gary M Lucas Jr
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer

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Uh, uh-huh Ten bands (uh), twenty bands (what?) She'll do anything for a couple grand (uh) Never had no money but she love to dance (what?) I give all my money back to Uncle Sam My ex still want another chance (what?) Man, I swear I'll never fall in love again (uh) I done came up, I'm the fuckin' man (what?) Me and Timbaland got other plans You don't really know what you up against (yeah) Boy, you know I always got the upper hand You ain't never been through the struggle, man (boop) Home-made grits in the oven pan (uh) You don't want shit, you don't wanna dance (no) Two shots, make 'em do the runnin' man (uh) And they say, "Love is a drug" (uh-huh) Man, I swear I'll never take drugs again I traded my bike for a hoopty (hoopty) Traded my hoopty for a Honda (Honda) Traded my Honda for a Panther (yeah) I just got a crib in Wakanda (woo) I never been into the drama (drama) Never been a fan of designer (uh) All I really got is one wish (what's that?) A one night stand with Madonna (woo) Think I gotta hit 'em wit' the head bust (head bust, uh-huh) This is for 'em days that they made me Ride a motherfuckin' sped bus (ay, uh-huh) And this is for 'em days that my Teachers tol' me I should go and sell drugs Went to jail, ain't nobody put the bail up Shawty had the money But she went and got her hair done Hatin' on me But I never really cared much, Goddamn Ten bands (yeah), twenty bands (whoa) She'll do anything for a couple grand (yeah) Never had no money but she love to dance (boop) And I gave all my money back to Uncle Sam (uh) My ex still want another chance (yeah) Man, I swear I'll never fall in love again (what?) And they say, "Love is a drug" (uh-huh) I done brought the hitters out to play (uh-huh) I don't like you, you don't like me Let's get it out the way (uh-huh) What we gon' do? What it's gon' be? I just got a million out the bank (uh-huh) Spoil my son, do what I please What any nigg' gotta say (uh-huh, boop) Lay in the sun, tickle my feet I just might pull up in the mink (mink) Take my enemies out to drink (what?) Toss my weapons in the lake (yeah) Count up my blessings, them straight (nah) I think I might go on a date (uh) Count all my dough in the safe Roll with the wave, look at my soul in the face They don't even know what to say, I just want Ten bands, twenty bands (woo) She'll do anything for a couple grand (yeah) Never had no money but she love to dance (yeah) And I gave all my money back to Uncle Sam My ex still want another chance (yeah) Man, I swear I'll never fall in love again (uh) Someone said, "Love is a drug" (uh-huh) Men lie, women lie, lie, yeah I'ma ride 'long as I'm alive, whoa (boop, boop) Homicide, kill 'em like genocide, yeah (brrap, brrap) Get it on camera, televise, whoa (boop, boop) ADHD, I identify, uh (brrap, brrap) Look at my feelings, I'm civilized, yeah Analyzed, and I might spin a knife with a dyke (brrap, brrap) Get it right, if I hit it right, uh I remember scraping at the quarters (uh-huh, quarters) Drinkin' from the sink to get some water (uh-huh, water) Tryna pay the rent I couldn't afford it (uh-huh) Stressin' made bipolar (uh-huh, woo!) Washing machine out of order (uh-huh, order) Gad to hustle on the corner (uh-huh, corner) Now I'm back, I'm four from the border Saving up ho' like a hoarder Ten bands (woo), twenty bands (what?) She'll do anything for a couple grand (yeah) Never had no money but she love to dance (woo) And I gave all my money back to Uncle Sam My ex still want another chance (yeah) Man, I swear, I'll never fall in love again (boop) I done came up, I'm the fuckin' man (woo) Me and Timbaland got other plans (woo) You don't really know what you up against (boop) Boy, you know I always had the upper hand You ain't never been through the struggle, man (ah) Home-made grits in the oven pan (boop) You don't want shit, you don't wanna dance (woo) Two shots, make 'em do the runnin' man Someone said, "Love is a drug" (uh-huh) I don't wanna ever take drugs again (boop!)
Writer(s): Adam King Feeney, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Rupert Thomas Jr., Aubrey Drake Graham, Quentin M. Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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