Last Year
Baby bring-bring that ass here yeah, yeah
More money than I made last year
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, work the pole like it's magic
Make it disappear like it's magic
She do anything for her daddy
She do anything for-, that
Baby bring that ass here yeah, yeah
More money than I made last year
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We in the ghost, let's get lost in the hills (in the hills)
I been broke, yeah I know how it feels (I know how it feels)
And she just want to make me happy (she my bottom bitch)
I'm not her dad but she call me daddy (oouuu)
I got a line out in Cinncinnati
My bitch bad her fingernail in a baggie (full of coke)
She keep her fingernail full a candy (full of coke)
She do a shot, hit a bump then she pop an Addy (oouuu)
Summertime, how we run through it
Street life all the drama, yeah I'm numb to it
New whip, big chain, bring the cash here
I'm tryin' double-up what I made last year
Baby bring that ass here yeah, yeah
More money than I made last year
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, work the pole like it's magic
Make it disappear like it's magic
She do anything for her daddy
She do anything for-, that
Bring that ass here yeah, yeah
More money than I made last year
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby got that drip, drip and you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Baby keep her lips zipped she don't ever run her mouth
Got a bag on me, I might drop it on you right now, I swear
You been a good girl, don't you ever go bad I dare you
Baby bring that ass here yeah, yeah
More money than I made last year
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, work the pole like it's magic
Make it disappear like it's magic
She do anything for her daddy
She do anything for-, that
Bring that ass here yeah, yeah
More money than I made last year
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Diamonds on froze, money keep flowin'
She never smoke, she want to post it (yah)
She want to post it (yah), she want to post it (yah)
My money longer, my kush is stronger
Ridin' in foreign, she never saw it (yah)
She want to post it (yah), she want to post it (yah)
She do anything (anything), she want a wedding ring (hell naw)
But I'm married to the game, new bitches everyday (everyday)
I'm not a player I just crush a lot (I fuck alot)
Picked her up and got head in the parkin' lot
The bitch gave me straight dome, she a busy body (oouuu)
In a little Maserati and she on a molly
She got her man tatted on her body he a clown
He don't never come around, I put her down
Baby bring that ass here yeah, yeah
More money than I made last year
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, work the pole like it's magic
Make it disappear like it's magic
She do anything for her daddy
She do anything for-, that
Bring that ass here yeah, yeah
More money than I made last year
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
More money than I made last year
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, work the pole like it's magic
Make it disappear like it's magic
She do anything for her daddy
She do anything for-, that
Baby bring that ass here yeah, yeah
More money than I made last year
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We in the ghost, let's get lost in the hills (in the hills)
I been broke, yeah I know how it feels (I know how it feels)
And she just want to make me happy (she my bottom bitch)
I'm not her dad but she call me daddy (oouuu)
I got a line out in Cinncinnati
My bitch bad her fingernail in a baggie (full of coke)
She keep her fingernail full a candy (full of coke)
She do a shot, hit a bump then she pop an Addy (oouuu)
Summertime, how we run through it
Street life all the drama, yeah I'm numb to it
New whip, big chain, bring the cash here
I'm tryin' double-up what I made last year
Baby bring that ass here yeah, yeah
More money than I made last year
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, work the pole like it's magic
Make it disappear like it's magic
She do anything for her daddy
She do anything for-, that
Bring that ass here yeah, yeah
More money than I made last year
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby got that drip, drip and you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Baby keep her lips zipped she don't ever run her mouth
Got a bag on me, I might drop it on you right now, I swear
You been a good girl, don't you ever go bad I dare you
Baby bring that ass here yeah, yeah
More money than I made last year
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, work the pole like it's magic
Make it disappear like it's magic
She do anything for her daddy
She do anything for-, that
Bring that ass here yeah, yeah
More money than I made last year
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Diamonds on froze, money keep flowin'
She never smoke, she want to post it (yah)
She want to post it (yah), she want to post it (yah)
My money longer, my kush is stronger
Ridin' in foreign, she never saw it (yah)
She want to post it (yah), she want to post it (yah)
She do anything (anything), she want a wedding ring (hell naw)
But I'm married to the game, new bitches everyday (everyday)
I'm not a player I just crush a lot (I fuck alot)
Picked her up and got head in the parkin' lot
The bitch gave me straight dome, she a busy body (oouuu)
In a little Maserati and she on a molly
She got her man tatted on her body he a clown
He don't never come around, I put her down
Baby bring that ass here yeah, yeah
More money than I made last year
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, work the pole like it's magic
Make it disappear like it's magic
She do anything for her daddy
She do anything for-, that
Bring that ass here yeah, yeah
More money than I made last year
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Scott Spencer Storch, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Keith D. Avedon, Trey Songz, Gilbert Anthony Jr Milam
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