Can you compare money? Not not really though
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Yeah you want my shawty, cant cant get her though
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Bra-bra-brag about how big yo house is, patio
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Ask yo girl wut we did (we just smashed on the radio)
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[Chorus (x2)]
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She like to call me ba-by, ba-by, baby when I got her in the box
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She like to wrap her legs (her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs
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(her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs around my neck and keep em' locked
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[Verse 1]
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Just got to Miami, touchdown from the grammys
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First stop king of diamonds, h-h-hope them bitches ready
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If I pull up in that no top, g-gave them all a headache
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Told the girl I need them racks on racks and dammit I need that in a hurry
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Shawty flirtin while she workin, tryna (convince me to get) behind them curtains
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She said the word is that I make that paper fly like Michael Jordan
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I said well, you know
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Freethrow, multi, zeros, gotta make sure all the girls eat though
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But she mad (but she mad) cuz she know, I got (I got) a girl (a girl) at home
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She don't she don't she don't care, all she says is get up here
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She got you nigga that ain't fair, I want you to be mine
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[Chorus (x2)]
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She like to call me ba-by, ba-by, baby when I got her in the box
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She like to wrap her legs (her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs
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(her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs around my neck and keep em' locked
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[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
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I'm accustomed to custom, cussin at customers
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Treat my whips like my sneakers, once I scuff em its nothing
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I get money in bundles, hustles for scoops in the summer
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I'm-I'm-I'm makin her wet, so she makin a puddle
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She resembles a model sexy and slender as Tyra
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I should set you on fire sweatin ya name and ya number
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She got a mean walk, I let my cream talk
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Penthouse suite, jack and the beanstalk
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Swear she's a dime piece, nothing but vickys on
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Two pinky rings, trick it like I'm Nicky Barnes
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Might blow a hundred racks, fuck up two hundred thou
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Put you on yo feet the bitley just to roll around (roll around)
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Members only, I'm talkin baller status
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Lebron numbers, cribs in Atlanta to Dallas
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Back to the 305, kissin starin in my eyes
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Its time to tat my name inside ya inner thigh
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[Chorus (x2)]
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She like to call me ba-by, ba-by, baby when I got her in the box
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She like to wrap her legs (her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs
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(her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs around my neck and keep em' locked
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[Verse 3]
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She call me her baby, I like to call her squirter
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She do things them things that v-v-virgins ain't never heard of
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She no, sh-she no scream my name unless I hurt her
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Yeah for my r&b nigga, but in the box she call me murder
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I like to call her Jackie O (O) presidential on me
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Anything that I gotta get done she get down and do it for me
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Ain't gotta never worry bout shootin off cuz she gon shoot it for me
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She take that pistol from me, c-c-cock it like she own me
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[Chorus (x2)]
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She like to call me ba-by, ba-by, baby when I got her in the box
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She like to wrap her legs (her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs
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(her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs around my neck and keep em' locked
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In Da Box
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| Sean Garrett |
