2am Off High St.
Aye, tryna find where she at
Aye, tryna find where she at
Tryna find where she at
Aye
Woah woah, aye
Wave, Wave
Aye, Wave
Aye, Ok
Aye
Woah Woah Woah Woah
Do yo Woah
Ah there she is damn
Aye do yo dance then aye
I'ma throw these ones aye
Make it rain, brae uhh
Just the way you move aye
You goin get yo money aye
You goin get that dough aye
You goin get that money
Baby girl but not no hoe aye
Do yo dance then
Money I'ma throw these hol up
Take these bands' off these ones
Throw the ones at you babe
You deserve, you the one
I ain't lying hol up hol up
Baby girl do yo, do yo dance on em'
Don't be afraid keep it going
Yeah I like how you moving
And you got me feeling Woah
And you got me looking stupid
Out here round' these folks aye
I hope you don't do this with no other man
Hol up, trippin'
I'm the zone with this D'ussé
And baby girl up on me
But this be her night job
She get the ones off the night job
And she do it right, hol up
Aye do yo dance then aye
I'ma throw these ones aye
Make it rain, brae uhh
Just the way you move aye
You goin get yo money aye
You goin get that dough aye
You goin get that money
Baby girl but not no hoe aye
Do yo, do yo, do you dance then
Money I'ma throw these hol up
Take these bands' off these ones
Throw the ones at you babe
You deserve, you the one
I ain't lying hol up hol up
Aye, tryna find where she at
Tryna find where she at
Aye
Woah woah, aye
Wave, Wave
Aye, Wave
Aye, Ok
Aye
Woah Woah Woah Woah
Do yo Woah
Ah there she is damn
Aye do yo dance then aye
I'ma throw these ones aye
Make it rain, brae uhh
Just the way you move aye
You goin get yo money aye
You goin get that dough aye
You goin get that money
Baby girl but not no hoe aye
Do yo dance then
Money I'ma throw these hol up
Take these bands' off these ones
Throw the ones at you babe
You deserve, you the one
I ain't lying hol up hol up
Baby girl do yo, do yo dance on em'
Don't be afraid keep it going
Yeah I like how you moving
And you got me feeling Woah
And you got me looking stupid
Out here round' these folks aye
I hope you don't do this with no other man
Hol up, trippin'
I'm the zone with this D'ussé
And baby girl up on me
But this be her night job
She get the ones off the night job
And she do it right, hol up
Aye do yo dance then aye
I'ma throw these ones aye
Make it rain, brae uhh
Just the way you move aye
You goin get yo money aye
You goin get that dough aye
You goin get that money
Baby girl but not no hoe aye
Do yo, do yo, do you dance then
Money I'ma throw these hol up
Take these bands' off these ones
Throw the ones at you babe
You deserve, you the one
I ain't lying hol up hol up
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Writer(s): Jarrelle Toller
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