I got this money, baby. I wanna spend it on you I got this Sunday, baby. I wanna spend it with you We can do what you like. I promise then, Ill be true I got this money, baby. I wanna spend it on you Oh I dont really know where to go, dont know where to hide Everywhere that I go, youll be right by my side Youre the only girl that I have ever dreamed of I wanna tell you everything, but everything just seems dumb I kinda like you, girl, really wanna dress you up I wanna buy you for real I kinda like you, girl, really wanna feel you up I wanna feel you for real I got an upstairs, downstairs in my loft Check the mixtape, baby. I dont talk Yes, I run this shit, like its hard to walk And you think that Im dope, like a mound of chalk Im recession proof. I work to relax, ho Weird voice catch beef like a lasso New fresh prince, you can chill in my castle Spit real shit, so I must be an asshole, right? Nah, thats why Im makin out in your car These blogs are a dudes A&R Got a big tip for these girls at the bar But I dont mean money Ever since the money, they just treat me funny Girls look good, she can take green from me Aint trickin if you got it, know what I mean, buddy? Youve got your yellow sun dress on Im tryna write you the best song With your Wayfarer shades, you drive me insane I wanna hold hands, and call you pet names
Posted on: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 07:16:32 +0000
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