音乐视频

音乐视频

制作

出演艺人
Trey Songz
Trey Songz
表演者
作曲和作词
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
词曲作者
Tremaine Neverson
Tremaine Neverson
词曲作者

歌词

Yeah, A-Wall
(A-Wall shit)
Rich
(Please don't cry)
Heh-heh-heh
Lemme have some fun in this muhfucker right quick
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
(Please don't cry)
Baby wanna ride with the chauffeur
Baby like the white Coca-Cola
I'm way too high to be sober
So please don't cry on my shoulder
Pop it, shit, pop it, shit
You too loud
I'm too lit
Water all on my wrist
You don't understand this drip
Bet you can't do it like this
(Yeah)
Bet you can't do it like this
(Ooh)
Bet you can't do it like this
(No)
Bet you can't do it like this
(Shit)
Water all on my wrist
(Drip)
I done came through and got rich
(Bullshit)
I'm way too high to be sober
So please don't cry on my shoulder
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Please don't cry on my shoulder
Way too high to be sober
Please don't cry on my shoulder
Please don't cry
(Aye, aye, aye, ooh)
(Please don't cry)
Girl, you trippin', please baby, don't cry
(Please baby, don't cry, please baby, don't cry)
That pussy is mine, please baby, don't lie
(Please baby, don't lie)
I'm a real player
(Real player)
Lean on a **** like a rockin' chair
(What? what?)
I done blowed up, now, I'm outta here
(Huh)
Baby, don't whine
(Baby, don't whine please baby, don't whine, whine, whine)
Aye, don't waste my time
(Don't waste my time, waste my time, waste my time)
I know you fine, ooh
(I know you fine)
Hey, one of a kind, I might pull up
(I might pull up, skrrt)
Then I drop the top
I might pull up
(I might pull up, skrrt)
Then, buy you a drop
Wipe your tears
(Wipe your tears)
Ain't no fear
(Ain't no fear)
Daddy here
(Daddy here)
New Monclear
(Aye, baby, come here, yeah)
Please don't cry on my shoulder
Way too high to be sober
Please don't cry on my shoulder
Please don't cry, please
(Please don't cry)
Keep my baby with me like a stroller
Know she got that wet, super soaker
Knock it out the park, call me Sosa
Get them pussy walls reupholstered
Wake up with the strap like it's Folgers
Heat by my side, Erik Spoelstra
Super sport the ride in the motor
You can never show her what I showed her, yeah
Young **** rich, dripping boulders
(Yeah)
Ears, mouth, neck and wrist, dripping boulders
Cold, I can feel my heart gettin' colder
So, please don't cry on my shoulder
Let's whip out the Rolls
Let's call up some hoes, ain't it dope?
Now she fell in love, when she found I got the antidote
Partner sellin' dope, got that boy, he got that girl
I'm like baby girl, "Eat this dick just like a chow"
Ooh, we ball, alcohol, fives every night
If you fine, you can skip the line anytime
Blow a bag, pop a tag, blow a bag, pop a tag
Way she call me daddy, I wonder if her poppa mad
(Yeah)
Please don't cry on my shoulder
Way too high to be sober
Please don't cry on my shoulder
Please don't cry on my shoulder
Please don't cry on my shoulder
Please don't cry
Please don't cry on my shoulder
Please don't cry, please
(Please don't cry)
Written by: Alex Neverson, Dimitri Roger, Tremaine Neverson
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