feat. Travis Porter
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She always know the problem but don't ever know the answer
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And every time we argue when I call she never answer
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I kidnapped her heart but somebody paid the ransom
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Now I'm in the club throwing money at the dancers
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Throwing money at the dancers
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Throwing money at the dancers
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Throwing money at the dancers
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Throwing money at the dancers
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It's 1 o'clock in the morning, you argue and fuss
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Asking where you been, asking who you fucking
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And I ain't tryina hit it right now, I really hit the strip club seeing right now
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I'm gone and I don't think I'll ever make it home
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This shorty keep dancing can make it to my soul
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I tell her take it off and she gonna do whatever I tell her
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Then I can blow a couple of hundred then she down for whatever
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Make a nigga feel special, I lay her down like a stretcher
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Yeah, and if she need help I'mma help her
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Yeah, and she like when I'm disrespectful like bitch, go cook me breakfast
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She always know the problem but don't ever know the answer
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And every time we argue when I call she never answer
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I kidnapped her heart but somebody paid the ransom
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Now I'm in the club throwing money at the dancers
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Throwing money at the dancers
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Throwing money at the dancers
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Throwing money at the dancers
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Throwing money at the dancers
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I don't get no hello, I don't get no how are you
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I walk in the crib and all you wanna do is argue
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I wanna hit the club but I ain't got no cash
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I ain't going to the bank, I'm dipping in my stash
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I open up that safe and I snatch me about ten
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I'm about to ball out at the strip club, just Ben, me, and my friends
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When my girl acting up I pay a bitch tuition
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I know some bitches up that magic hope my bitch be bitching
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Yeah, so I can come throw my business wide
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I don't know why, guess I'm addicted
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I'm drunk as fuck, I'm sitting here, the cash is gone
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I'm thinking that I should've stayed my ass at home
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She always know the problem but don't ever know the answer
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And every time we argue when I call she never answer
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I kidnapped her heart but somebody paid the ransom
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Now I'm in the club throwing money at the dancers
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Throwing money at the dancers
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Throwing money at the dancers
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Throwing money at the dancers
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Throwing money at the dancers
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Throwing off that money, thinking about my lil' shorty
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Bout to hit the strip club, I'mma leave here with somebody
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Probably me and my partner riding around through the city
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No pressure on this cash, they sit up magic city
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My girl wanna argue, I ain't even with it
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Talking about it naked, but I ain't even hit it
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First thing first, I gots to keep it pimping
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'Cause I'm coming home to you but I just got a lot of women
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She going through my phone, I got so many decisions
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One day when you going I'mma wish I would've listened
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Fuck a sad song, I'mma pour it for a sip
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Now we just lovers from a distance
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She always know the problem but don't ever know the answer
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And every time we argue when I call she never answer
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I kidnapped her heart but somebody paid the ransom
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Now I'm in the club throwing money at the dancers
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Throwing money at the dancers
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Throwing money at the dancers
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Throwing money at the dancers
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Throwing money at the dancers
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Dance For Me
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| D Dash |
