Beat on the dime, ****
Pull up and I got the juice (I got the juice, yo)
She lookin' at me and she choose (Know she gon' choose)
Wanna take her to the room, wanna take her
Oh, finna take her to the room
Wanna take her, man, I wanna take her, I wanna take her
Wanna take her (Come on)
Wanna take her, man, I wanna take her, I wanna take her
Take her to the room, oh, I wanna take her to the room
Wanna take her (Come on) Wanna take her to the room
Wanna take her to my room, take her
Can I take you to my room?
I got a big house, I live in a mansion
I got a lake you can canoe
Everytime she see the jewels she say that is scaring her like peek-a-boo (Scary)
I take her, go dab in the mall, she walkin' out, Christian Louboutin shoes
Came from hunnid bands in the trap house to makin' millions on the mic now
Remember the days in the bando, used to pull up, it look like the White House
She act just like me and she humble, she look like her mama
She can get anything from me, keep the hunnids, but a **** gotta keep the commas (Commas)
Remember the days, surprise on your birthday, got you the H3 Hummer
Now we on the phone and she on the road, she gonna get the blue bundles
I know that she loyal (Know that she loyal)
Know I gotta go spoil her (Gotta go spoil her)
Man, she look like Kimora (Look like Kimora)
When I ride like Sequoia (Ride, ride, go)
Ooh, pull up and I got the juice (I got the juice, yo)
She lookin' at me and she choose (Know she gon' choose)
Wanna take her to the room, wanna take her
Oh, finna take her to the room
Wanna take her, man, I wanna take her, I wanna take her
Wanna take her (Come on)
Wanna take her, man, I wanna take her, I wanna take her
Take her to the room, oh, I wanna take her to the room
Wanna take her (Come on) Wanna take her to the room
Ooh, wanna take her to the room
Ooh, let that bitch blow me up like a balloon (Flickin' me up)
Kissin' in Maison Margiela, underwear costume (Maison Margiela)
Hey, girl, look at you
Make a **** wanna give you the blue (Damn)
I'm likin' the way you move
Austin Powers, baby, groove
Take you to Montreal, Canada, let you drive off in my fifty feet pool
All y'all vehicles they old
Baby girl want somethin' new
She says she want the 2014 Bentley (That what you want?)
Baby girl, what you gon' do?
Is it me? (Is it me?)
No, I think it's you (I think it's you)
No offense to you (No offense to you) But I ain't spendin' my money on you
She said, no (Nah)
Baby don't go (What?)
But I ain't spent my money on a bitch since 1994
Pull up and I got the juice (I got the juice, yo)
She lookin' at me and she choose (Know she gon' choose)
Wanna take her to the room, wanna take her
Oh, finna take her to the room
Wanna take her, man, I wanna take her, I wanna take her
Wanna take her (Come on)
Wanna take her, man, I wanna take her, I wanna take her
Take her to the room, oh, I wanna take her to the room
Wanna take her (Come on) Wanna take her to the room
Feelin' like T-I, I take her (T-I)
Take her to the Himalayas (Himalayas)
I am a player, I never been saver (Player)
I pull up, Audi like the raider (Skrrt-skrrt)
Your bitch wanna fuck with my pimpin' 'cause I be drippin', dabbin' all on your bitches
My pockets is fat, but my pants leg is skinny (Fat)
Louboutin pennies cost a pretty penny
My bitch is so bad, like I Dream of Jeannie, Phantom pullin' up, after that Lamborghinis
Magically takin' your bitch, Houdini (Wa-la)
I call her my chef, order linguini (Chef)
I take her, debate her, I trade her, I might hit her later
My **** bust her open like a baker (That's right)
I skeeted all over her naval
I call my partner, pass her to my neighbor (Here)
I do not trust her, she suckin' the plastic
I beat it, I killed it, put in a casket
She the talk of the trenches, they know that she nasty
They know that she ratchet and she is not classy (Ratchet)
I'm cool on her (I'm cool on her)
I'll send her right back, give me this girl (You can have your ho)
Ooh, pull up and I got the juice (I got the juice, yo)
She lookin' at me and she choose (Know she gon' choose)
Wanna take her to the room, wanna take her
Oh, finna take her to the room
Wanna take her, man, I wanna take her, I wanna take her
Wanna take her (Come on)
Wanna take her, man, I wanna take her, I wanna take her
Take her to the room, oh, I wanna take her to the room
Wanna take her (Come on) Wanna take her to the room
Go
Writer(s):
Quavious Marshall, Kirshnick Ball & Kiari Cephus.
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