Lyrics
Feat Tyga & Fat Joe
More money no problems
Hard night long beating like a piñata
I tell my baby I love her, I see you mañana
I know it was hard
But I’m busy out get in Dollars
Fresh out the dealer, dolla
My baby shit killer, i got the root for the
Squillers for where it's realler
Be ex girls, be K to LA
Grab your friend tell her holla at CJ
Hard to ignore that body
Specially the way you
Put it out there girl im right here
Why u working that titty babe
You’re about to hurt somebody
It’s so easy to enjoy you
Girl I’ve been a fool to let you go
I want to spend my whole night with you
Baby girl I’m with you to get you out my head
Baby I wanna get you out off your clothes
Into my bed
Baby that’s only if you’re ready
Uhh it’s getting heavy slamming the door
So bring your body right here
I’ll make you love it if you let me
Uhh it’s getting heavy, girl
It’s so hard, yeahh
Not to wanna make love all night
When it feel so right, girl it’s so hard
For me to fight this feeling
Specially the way you put them lips
Out, got them hips out how
I keep from going crazy, baby
I just wanna get to behind yeah
Baby you know you got that work, yeah
Baby I wanna get you out off your clothes
Into my bed
Baby that’s only if you’re ready
Uhh it’s getting heavy slamming the door
So bring your body right here
I’ll make you love it if you let me
Uhh it’s getting heavy, girl
It’s so hard, yeahh
Not to wanna make love all night
When it feel so right, girl it’s so hard
Think about you every day, this
Memory of you never fades
It's on girl, it's on
Girl, it's getting heavy, heavy
See I’m already trusting you in my mind
When I really gotta waste no time tonight
No baby it's getting heavy, heavy, heeey
You’re catching me in my
Cherry red, Lamborghini, me
And habibi down the shores of Fiji
Eating sushimi and some seaweed
With my litte remi
Clance is exceptional, cannes hit the
Festival, france for romance, im
The man with the sexual
Rollin with the squad, we like ‘aahh’
Check’em in’em hot cars with brabs mini
Minaj, in Miami, I just want to settle
Make a
Family, shawty from the A never plan B
Gotta understand
Me, why she plain hard? All bossin me
The stand
Keep’em company like harbor, tucking that
Backwards, listen that oprah
Even if I stuttered man, I t-t-t-told ya
I go hard!
I wanna get you out off your clothes
Into my bed
Baby that’s only if you’re ready
Uhh it’s getting heavy slamming the door
So bring your body right here
I’ll make you love it if you let me
Uhh it’s getting heavy, girl
It’s so hard, yeahh
Not to wanna make love all night
When it feel so right, girl it’s so hard
WRITERS
JAMES SCHEFFER, JOSEPH CARTAGENA, MICHAEL STEVENSON, RICHARD BUTLER
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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