For You
You like my palms on your ass (Woah, woah, woah, yeah)
I read them psalms on your back
While I hit it from the (Hit it from the back)
Up tight, used to be the slow dance, romance
Hands full of flowers
Now she all about the pole dance
Gotta make a dollar
And I ain't mad at that
Sometimes it go like that
You gotta get it like that
That ass be moving like a merry go round and round
And request this on your radio now, right now, yeah
You got it baby (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
I'm rootin' for you (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
I see your vision (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
That money, get it (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
Single mom, life go wait your turn
I see you doin' that college, girl
Refund, finna have some fun with that
Gold digger, no job, hey but I don't know 'bout that
But if she got two jobs she sleepin' where she workin' at
Ayy, and I ain't mad at that
Sometimes it go like that
You gotta get it like that
That ass be moving like a merry go round and round
And request this on your radio now, right now, yeah
You got it baby (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
I'm rootin' for you (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
I see your vision (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
That money, get it (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
Yeah, yeah it's true when we see you
Yeah we clat on you
Your outside look like life come to you
On the inside you dealin' with some ills
And he try to hit again so you tell a nigga chill
Bun high, spirits low, and you still try
Sweat camouflage tears on a treadmill
Your 'Gram life opposite from your real life
Told him your good he be tryna understand still
Change that life, if I could I would
Nine-to-five, tell if I be good
Pocket book stuff like you been booked
Take her from the hood to Hollywood
Ayy, I do dedicate like way nill
To Alessa and Portia, ah, we're strangers
I'ma holla at y'all until your lane switch, oh
At least 'til your last name switch, oh
You got it baby (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
I'm rootin' for you (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
I see your vision (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
That money, get it (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
You got it baby (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
I'm rootin' for you (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
I see your vision (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
That money, get it (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
Woo, woo, woo, yeah
Woo, woo, woo, yeah
Woo, woo, woo, yeah
Woo, woo, woo, yeah
I read them psalms on your back
While I hit it from the (Hit it from the back)
Up tight, used to be the slow dance, romance
Hands full of flowers
Now she all about the pole dance
Gotta make a dollar
And I ain't mad at that
Sometimes it go like that
You gotta get it like that
That ass be moving like a merry go round and round
And request this on your radio now, right now, yeah
You got it baby (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
I'm rootin' for you (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
I see your vision (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
That money, get it (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
Single mom, life go wait your turn
I see you doin' that college, girl
Refund, finna have some fun with that
Gold digger, no job, hey but I don't know 'bout that
But if she got two jobs she sleepin' where she workin' at
Ayy, and I ain't mad at that
Sometimes it go like that
You gotta get it like that
That ass be moving like a merry go round and round
And request this on your radio now, right now, yeah
You got it baby (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
I'm rootin' for you (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
I see your vision (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
That money, get it (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
Yeah, yeah it's true when we see you
Yeah we clat on you
Your outside look like life come to you
On the inside you dealin' with some ills
And he try to hit again so you tell a nigga chill
Bun high, spirits low, and you still try
Sweat camouflage tears on a treadmill
Your 'Gram life opposite from your real life
Told him your good he be tryna understand still
Change that life, if I could I would
Nine-to-five, tell if I be good
Pocket book stuff like you been booked
Take her from the hood to Hollywood
Ayy, I do dedicate like way nill
To Alessa and Portia, ah, we're strangers
I'ma holla at y'all until your lane switch, oh
At least 'til your last name switch, oh
You got it baby (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
I'm rootin' for you (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
I see your vision (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
That money, get it (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
You got it baby (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
I'm rootin' for you (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
I see your vision (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
That money, get it (Woo, woo, woo) Yeah
Woo, woo, woo, yeah
Woo, woo, woo, yeah
Woo, woo, woo, yeah
Woo, woo, woo, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Markus Alandrus Randle, Jeffrey Gitelman, Stuart Lowery
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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