Automatic (Remix)
Hitmaka!
Say what you mean
You ain't gotta play games with me
It's automatic, you know it's automatic
Say what you mean
You ain't gotta fake shit with me
It's automatic, you know it's automatic
(It's the biggest)
(Yes!)
(Maybach Music)
Helipad on a yacht
Yes I ride em a lot
No this not a fizad
Watch it climb up the chart
Pull it out the garage
Boss this bottle whole lot
Kilo out of the crate
Come and get you a block
50 all in my face
I be kissing the spot
I'm the head of the clique
[?] In my drop
Pistol in my supreme
I'm just shooting my shot
I'm just chasing my green
Rest in peace to my pops
Wednesday I'm in the Wraith
Friday float in the Phantom
Saturday's an acception
Maserati the magic
20 stacks on the mattress
Let's go to [?]
Automatic me natural
And really you special
Say what you mean
You ain't gotta play games with me
It's automatic, you know it's automatic
Say what you mean
You ain't gotta fake shit with me
It's automatic, you know it's automatic
Never been one to trip but for you I might fall
And I hope you're the type that can handle it all
Take your time, ain't no rush just don't make me wait too long
No baby
I don't mind to be honest
If you don't know everything
Put your hands on my body
Let you kiss on this all day, yeah
Say what you mean
You ain't gotta play games with me
It's automatic, you know it's automatic
Say what you mean
You ain't gotta fake shit with me
It's automatic, you know it's automatic
Whoa ooh aah
Say what you mean
You ain't gotta play games with me
It's automatic, you know it's automatic
Say what you mean
You ain't gotta fake shit with me
It's automatic, you know it's automatic
(It's the biggest)
(Yes!)
(Maybach Music)
Helipad on a yacht
Yes I ride em a lot
No this not a fizad
Watch it climb up the chart
Pull it out the garage
Boss this bottle whole lot
Kilo out of the crate
Come and get you a block
50 all in my face
I be kissing the spot
I'm the head of the clique
[?] In my drop
Pistol in my supreme
I'm just shooting my shot
I'm just chasing my green
Rest in peace to my pops
Wednesday I'm in the Wraith
Friday float in the Phantom
Saturday's an acception
Maserati the magic
20 stacks on the mattress
Let's go to [?]
Automatic me natural
And really you special
Say what you mean
You ain't gotta play games with me
It's automatic, you know it's automatic
Say what you mean
You ain't gotta fake shit with me
It's automatic, you know it's automatic
Never been one to trip but for you I might fall
And I hope you're the type that can handle it all
Take your time, ain't no rush just don't make me wait too long
No baby
I don't mind to be honest
If you don't know everything
Put your hands on my body
Let you kiss on this all day, yeah
Say what you mean
You ain't gotta play games with me
It's automatic, you know it's automatic
Say what you mean
You ain't gotta fake shit with me
It's automatic, you know it's automatic
Whoa ooh aah
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Ward, Melvin Ray Moore, Gabrielle N. Nowee, James Foye Iii, Austin J Owens
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