Love Or Something
Oh, hell yeah
Let's toast to the niggas that do the most
Shout out to my nigga Buddy, you know my boy Zeemy in here
They let me get a feature on this motherfucker but
I want ya all to call Buddy and thank him personally for me
His numer is 310
Aye nigga, hell nah, no way nigga
You better not
Hello, hey baby, what's your name?
I am Buddy, only reason why you came
Okay, today, me and you gon' do our thing
Oh shit, my bad, know I'm moving hella fast
Just get your ass off the wall and on the damn dance floor
You dig, let me take another sip
Watch how I jig, look at my feet when I dance
Hold on, hold up, DJ play that shit again
Wait up, slow down, got my left hand on your butt
Alright, come on, go and have another drink with me
Pouring up a double shot of the Hennessy
Once I get you in my ride, we gon' be all night
'Fore we take it outside
Baby girl just dance
Really like how you move it
Wanna look at ya ass
Think I'm falling in love or something
Baby girl just dance
We gon' get into it
Let me fill up your glass
And we gon' get drunk and fuck tonight
It was all so sudden
35 models, they was all so stunning
Running out of bottles, I got five more coming
Let me settle down, I need to mind my budget
Better yet, fuck it, cop it all, put it on my Visa
I just wanna make you mine, baby girl I need you
On the floor we getting down, bumping and grinding
Spin your body all around, baby we gliding
Let me stop it, I should focus on the hundreds
Tryna get a new chain, gotta get the money
Finna cop a new ring, just a lil' something
Show these bitches I ain't playing, oh, that nigga Buddy
Back up on his shit again, then I hit my dougie
See your boy glistening, rain, snow, or sunny
Young nigga get it in
Filling up my cup and take a sip again
I ain't tripping, I ain't tripping
Baby girl just dance
Really like how you move it
Wanna look at ya ass
Think I'm falling in love or something
Aye, I said hands high
Then the sun put them hands up
Hoes, hoes in here gon' give it up
Whoa, smoking on weed when we come through
No, we don't give a fuck, nigga fuck you
Friends drunk too much, we been turning up
Aye, we ain't even done, we ain't had enough
Damn, everyone here only want one thing
All we wanna do, baby girl just dance
Really like how you move it
Wanna look at ya ass
Think I'm falling in love or something
Baby girl just dance
We gon' get into it
Let me fill up your glass
And we gon' get drunk and fuck tonight
Aye, I said I'm focused on the hundreds
Tryna get a new chain, gotta get the money
Finna get a few rings, just a lil' something
Show these bitches I ain't playing, oh, that nigga Buddy
Back up on his shit again, then I hit my dougie
See a nigga glistening, rain, snow, or sunny
Young nigga get it in
Filling up my cup and take a sip again
I ain't tripping
Call a Lyft and girl I'm getting in with ya
Say you wanna bring a friend with ya
Take you both to the crib, girl I'm about to get it in with ya
I don't really fuck with these niggas
I'm just tryna stack these digits
Baby girl I got hella shit in the mail
Oh, I got hella shit in the mail
Yeah, keep it coming! (coming, coming, coming)
Let's toast to the niggas that do the most
Shout out to my nigga Buddy, you know my boy Zeemy in here
They let me get a feature on this motherfucker but
I want ya all to call Buddy and thank him personally for me
His numer is 310
Aye nigga, hell nah, no way nigga
You better not
Hello, hey baby, what's your name?
I am Buddy, only reason why you came
Okay, today, me and you gon' do our thing
Oh shit, my bad, know I'm moving hella fast
Just get your ass off the wall and on the damn dance floor
You dig, let me take another sip
Watch how I jig, look at my feet when I dance
Hold on, hold up, DJ play that shit again
Wait up, slow down, got my left hand on your butt
Alright, come on, go and have another drink with me
Pouring up a double shot of the Hennessy
Once I get you in my ride, we gon' be all night
'Fore we take it outside
Baby girl just dance
Really like how you move it
Wanna look at ya ass
Think I'm falling in love or something
Baby girl just dance
We gon' get into it
Let me fill up your glass
And we gon' get drunk and fuck tonight
It was all so sudden
35 models, they was all so stunning
Running out of bottles, I got five more coming
Let me settle down, I need to mind my budget
Better yet, fuck it, cop it all, put it on my Visa
I just wanna make you mine, baby girl I need you
On the floor we getting down, bumping and grinding
Spin your body all around, baby we gliding
Let me stop it, I should focus on the hundreds
Tryna get a new chain, gotta get the money
Finna cop a new ring, just a lil' something
Show these bitches I ain't playing, oh, that nigga Buddy
Back up on his shit again, then I hit my dougie
See your boy glistening, rain, snow, or sunny
Young nigga get it in
Filling up my cup and take a sip again
I ain't tripping, I ain't tripping
Baby girl just dance
Really like how you move it
Wanna look at ya ass
Think I'm falling in love or something
Aye, I said hands high
Then the sun put them hands up
Hoes, hoes in here gon' give it up
Whoa, smoking on weed when we come through
No, we don't give a fuck, nigga fuck you
Friends drunk too much, we been turning up
Aye, we ain't even done, we ain't had enough
Damn, everyone here only want one thing
All we wanna do, baby girl just dance
Really like how you move it
Wanna look at ya ass
Think I'm falling in love or something
Baby girl just dance
We gon' get into it
Let me fill up your glass
And we gon' get drunk and fuck tonight
Aye, I said I'm focused on the hundreds
Tryna get a new chain, gotta get the money
Finna get a few rings, just a lil' something
Show these bitches I ain't playing, oh, that nigga Buddy
Back up on his shit again, then I hit my dougie
See a nigga glistening, rain, snow, or sunny
Young nigga get it in
Filling up my cup and take a sip again
I ain't tripping
Call a Lyft and girl I'm getting in with ya
Say you wanna bring a friend with ya
Take you both to the crib, girl I'm about to get it in with ya
I don't really fuck with these niggas
I'm just tryna stack these digits
Baby girl I got hella shit in the mail
Oh, I got hella shit in the mail
Yeah, keep it coming! (coming, coming, coming)
Credits
Writer(s): Simmie Sims, Louis Kevin Celestin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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