Rap Song (feat. Rick Ross)

Everybody say yeah

Oh oh oh

Hey, we been messin' 'round for a long time

A while now

And you already know what's on my mind

It's goin' down now

And I don't need no background music, girl

I turn it up loud now

I got the gangster feelin'

And I'ma do somethin' to you, to you, to you

We can take it over to the bank

Where my Mister Fab at?

Oh, just put on NWA

Comin' straight outta Compton on that pussy, baby

And we can do it all night long

I'm 'bout to have your head gone

And I ain't doin' nothin' wrong

But we can make love to a rap song

Me and you, your mom and your cousin

Baby, we can make love to a rap song

A milli a milli a milli, a motherfucker I'm ill

Baby, we can make love to a rap song

Go shawty, it's your birthday, we gon' party like it's your birthday

Where that new Jeezy CD?

Put on that Yo Gotti

I'm diggin' in your Gucci while we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song

And you've been on my mind all day

I know you waited

And I'ma do you like Kanye

'Cause I'ma let you finish

You can get it or we can do it east coast style

And I'll keep on my fitted

I said I got the gangster feeling

I feel like breakin' you off, you off, you off

Or we can take it way down south

Rick Ross on the iPad

'Cause you the Boss's girl

Super thick thighs and your booty like bombs over Baghdad

Wait, hold up, she got a donk, she got a donk, she got a donk

I'm 'bout to have your head gone

And I ain't doin' nothin' wrong

But we can make love to a rap song

Me and you, your mom and your cousin

Baby, we can make love to a rap song

A milli a milli a milli, a motherfucker I'm ill

Baby, we can make love to a rap song

Go shawty, it's your birthday, we gon' party like it's your birthday

Where that new Jeezy CD?

Put on that Yo Gotti

I'm diggin' in your Gucci while we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song

My jeans sag, boy got a mean swag

Right now you're rockin' with the finest

And I mean that

Really, you the finest and I mean that

Pants fitted, damnit, where your jeans at?

Makin' love to a rap song

Port of Miami, Trilla, deeper than Rap

Like Akon, we can stack it all up

Or do you like you're juvi, make you back it all up

That's all shawty ever was

Balenciaga bags cost a couple bucks

Is all shawty ever been

Blow a couple recs in Barney's on that Phillip Lim

Ballin', it's your birthday

You know that champagne'll get your boy to first base

Hey, let's do that thing

But we do it bigger

Number one ****, rosé, and their boy Teddy Pender

Me and you, your mom and your cousin

Baby, we can make love to a rap song

A milli a milli a milli, a motherfucker I'm ill

Baby, we can make love to a rap song

Go shawty, it's your birthday, we gon' party like it's your birthday

Where that new Jeezy CD?

Put on that Yo Gotti

I'm diggin' in your Gucci while we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song

Me and you, your mom and your cousin

Baby, we can make love to a rap song

A milli a milli a milli, a motherfucker I'm ill

Baby, we can make love to a rap song

Go shawty, it's your birthday, we gon' party like it's your birthday

Where that new Jeezy CD?

Put on that Yo Gotti

I'm diggin' in your Gucci while we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song