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Yo
Girl I gotta ask you though
Haha
I think y'all already know
Let's go!


Uh, on the real no lie
Yeah that was hot but we way more fly
Hopped in the jet and we way up high
That's how you know how I live my life yo
Brick city, got my stacks on deck
Yeah I'm in the zone but I ain't gon flex
Yeah I'm getting money but I ain't done yet
And not gonna stop till I get my jet
Bad bitch, four, five, six
Knows how to work and she drops dem hips
All eyes on her but not for the tips
She looks back at me and licks dem lips
Walk across the floor not too fast
Gaze locked in and we make that last
Slide in behind her and she winds that ass
Cheeky grin to me as I make my pass
... uh whatcha name? Whatcha number?
Instagram, Facebook and your Tumblr
After party at my place, slumber
That's where I'm gon' get all up in ya
Yeah, I'm your boyfriends nightmare
Picturin' me slide inside yah
Missed calls, no text replies
Disguising our sex surprise, yep!

I told her back that ass up real slow
Make it touch the ground real low
I ain't playing with this shit no more
I'ma bout to hop in like fo' sho'
Man its crazy
Everything I touch turn to gold
Including you baby, yeah you so damn cold
(Breezy) Yeah you so damn cold
(Breezy) Including you baby, yeah you so damn cold


Yo, thats what I told her, she hoped in my bed 2 seconds later
Man its crazy that we on this
Come real high touch the damn sky
You asking if this be real, I be saying no lie
Foreal foreal I think she know the deal
Now its time to chill
You freaking, no need for no sneaking
Got a penthouse suite, do it big, you know way big
We ain't no 16 teens, attitude legit
Up in the spotlight, main chick for real
I'ma eat it up like a 4 course meal
Holdin' on my chain while I'm rollin'
Yeah you can say we ballin'
Got your bad bitch on my damn team
They talkin', they talkin', they talkin'
But I don't see no walkin'
And you know that shit the real deal
Never stop 'til we reach the peak
And then we drop it on you ugh
And then we drop it on you ugh

I told her back that ass up real slow
Make it touch the ground real low
I ain't playing with this shit no more
I'ma bout to hop in like fo' sho'
Man its crazy
Everything I touch turn to gold
Including you baby, yeah you so damn cold
(Breezy) Yeah you so damn cold
(Breezy) Including you baby, yeah you so damn cold

It's that lucritive money, I say honey
Come get it, but don't sweat it
And I see you chillin' in my sweater
Player life style, maintain it like a wild child for a while
Then we on to the next one
Flex some, 'bout to go ahead and get some
Then I net sum the next day
Then I net sum the next day
Then I net sum the next day

I told her back that ass up real slow
Make it touch the ground real low
I ain't playing with this shit no more
I'ma bout to hop in like fo' sho'
Man its crazy
Everything I touch turn to gold
Including you baby, yeah you so damn cold
Yeah you so damn cold
Including you baby, yeah you so damn cold

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