Tetris - Remix

T-Kelley on the track!

All this ice make my neck itch
Too much money in my hand lookin' like a nigga flexin'
All this cash on the floor I can't even see my section
So baby, come sit that booty make it fit like it's Tetris
Baby, I know you get the message
So quit playin' with a young like

Ooh ooh ooh (yeah)
For that bag, she gon' run it up
For that bag, she gon' run it up
For that bag, she gon' run it like
Ooh ooh ooh (yeah)
For that cash, she don't fall in love
For that cash, she don't fall in love
For that cash, she don't fall in love

Hit the west side throw 30 I been ballin' in the flame
They gon' have to hang my jersey dollar bills stack, shin high
Asian girls screamin' will you notice me, Senpai
Whole gang swing by
Now it's a fiesta now I'm being extra
Now I'm talk'n wild like I'm tryna date Nadeska
Drow'n off the Don give my phone to Milaan
T pain and Akon bartender comes on
Who's coming home with me
Girl I got drivers you don't need your keys
I just need one not two not three
Soon as I'm done then you really got to leave
Just a life style of a young rich bachelor
Can't take it serious, shes fucking other rappers
Woman everywhere I'm a world wide traveler
Yeeeah eaah

All this ice make my neck itch
Too much money in my hand lookin' like a nigga flexin'
All this cash on the floor I can't even see my section
So baby, come sit that booty make it fit like it's Tetris
Baby, I know you get the message
So quit playin' with a young like

Ooh ooh ooh (yeah)
For that bag, she gon' run it up
For that bag, she gon' run it up
For that bag, she gon' run it like
Ooh ooh ooh (yeah)
For that cash, she don't fall in love
For that cash, she don't fall in love
For that cash, she don't fall in love

Ass like what? Fuck it up
You're like Patron mixed with Henny in your cup
You say I workin' 9 to 5, not enough
So you can turn up 2AM in the club
Cash like what? Fuck it up
All the ones on the floor mixed with dubs
You say you lookin' for a baller, not a scrub
Whoever throw the most money showin' love
So let a young nigga come and handle it
Booty so big, I keep my hands off it
Up and down the pole, got my fantasizin'
In the back of the coupe, let me play wit' it
All up on the stage, but you start with your top
Girl, I ain't leavin' til' them panties drop
All this money everywhere, got you diggin' a lot
Cuz you're livin' la vida loca

All this ice make my neck itch
Too much money in my hand lookin' like a nigga flexin'
All this cash on the floor I can't even see my section
So baby, come sit that booty make it fit like it's Tetris
Baby, I know you get the message
So quit playin' with a young like

Ooh ooh ooh (yeah)
For that bag, she gon' run it up
For that bag, she gon' run it up
For that bag, she gon' run it like
Ooh ooh ooh (yeah)
For that cash, she don't fall in love
For that cash, she don't fall in love
For that cash, she don't fall in love



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Writer(s): Armstrong Faris
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