bring em in
I wasn't looking for you
I wasn't searching
I wasn't creeping around
I wasn't lurking
I wasn't sleeping around
I wasn't thirsting
But, I got a thang for you
I got a thang for you
You on ya job, and it's damn sure workin'
Say she ain't a ho but she far from a virgin
When it's time to cut, I'm somethin' like a surgeon
I do my thang for you
Hey, baby girl you gotta trunk, I might put you in valet
Way you stretching make a man think I put you in ballet
If I'm sliding through ya city, I need you to dial me
And how much my niggas smoke reminding you of Friday
I can take you to DC introduce you to Wale
You can look all through my phone as long as you don't call Jay
Is it cool to parle, we can do this all day
Just me and you off in my room, we call this do the hard way, hard way!
I put it down
Any spot, any city that I'm in
Let the bad girls know we run the town
So pick up that cellphone and
Tell a friend, to tell a friend
I put it down
Any spot, any city that I'm in
Let the bad girls know we run the town
And my niggas blow trees like the wind
So tell a friend, to bring a friend
Bring em in (x4)
And if they all bad
You can bring em in
We take it to the grrr! It's just you, me, and them
Now bring ya ass over here
A nigga tryna take you home like a souvenir
One in a million, girl you lookin' like the new Aaliyah
And ah, I got a thang for ya, I got a thang for ya
A stewardess and yet you flew the leer
Cause you fly as hell shawty walking through the air
Game cold like the toes on a polar bear
And ah, I do my thang for ya
Now baby girl if looks can kill then you catchin' bodies
How I'm stretching you, guess no need to go get pilates
When I'm sliding through ya city, meet me in the lobby
And you put that thang up on me like you tryna rob me
Can I hit it in the morning? while you moaning probably
Got you sweating now you gettin' wet as a tsunami
We can do this all day, treat it like a hobby
But if I tell you get to stepping like you Pam and Tommy
Don't mind me, I put it down
Did I meet you for a reason or for a season
Or either the night of ya life at the Four Seasons
Whisper to ya home girls you love Cole World
Cause his flow thorough I give you a few more reasons
Not because his verse or cause I can buy purse you know
The type of shit that your man can only purchase on the first
And not because he faker than turf softer than Nerf footballs
I got his girl's lip gloss all on my girth
Because I'm so clever better than ho-eva
The coldest nigga even when wearin' like four sweaters
Well versed, well rehearsed, the go getter
These broke niggas got good dressing and no lettuce (Ahhhh)
You would think niggas would know better
It's 0-11, you would think niggas would flow better
I know you so fed up, and so I had to blow and I ain't talking coke header
I won't let up