I Love It
Yeah (One hundred) get it
Ya'll go flexin' get it (One hundred)
Get it (One hundred) get it, get it
Ain't gon' stop it imma keep it movin' what's next
Hit the hotel room for the rough sex
Headed to the photo shoot man, go flex
(Yeah) Here that tip baby hit the car
Shake that ass for me, you know how the party start
(Yupp) Ya such a fuckin' hoe but you know I love it (I Love It)
Turn the music up and get that bass and start to thumpin' (Yupp)
(Yupp) Rollin' that spliff up
Quit talking that quick stuff
You knowin' the gun tucked, hold up
Wait a mintue they can't handle bars
Been through the gutter on the come up
Got the battle scars
(Switch it up)
Full throttle, you know my motto drink the whole bottle
Acting awful hostile, ya bitch I'm down to scwabble
Big titty model told me make her the covered waffle
Get Mcdonalds smoke the blunt then hit the concert.
What's the project I'll ace it just name the fuckin' topic
Two seater chrome weavin' I think I might pop it
These rappers wantin' beef man I bring it to 'em
Ain't no friends just competition man I'm seein' through 'em
Ya'll go flexin' get it (One hundred)
Get it (One hundred) get it, get it
Ain't gon' stop it imma keep it movin' what's next
Hit the hotel room for the rough sex
Headed to the photo shoot man, go flex
(Yeah) Here that tip baby hit the car
Shake that ass for me, you know how the party start
(Yupp) Ya such a fuckin' hoe but you know I love it (I Love It)
Turn the music up and get that bass and start to thumpin' (Yupp)
(Yupp) Rollin' that spliff up
Quit talking that quick stuff
You knowin' the gun tucked, hold up
Wait a mintue they can't handle bars
Been through the gutter on the come up
Got the battle scars
(Switch it up)
Full throttle, you know my motto drink the whole bottle
Acting awful hostile, ya bitch I'm down to scwabble
Big titty model told me make her the covered waffle
Get Mcdonalds smoke the blunt then hit the concert.
What's the project I'll ace it just name the fuckin' topic
Two seater chrome weavin' I think I might pop it
These rappers wantin' beef man I bring it to 'em
Ain't no friends just competition man I'm seein' through 'em
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Writer(s): Terry Whitaker
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