64 Impala vs. 93 Sahin
Ankara to Istanbul
Istanbul to Kreuzberg
Kreuzberg to LA
Get it
64 west side Impala ay
But I'm Turkish like Sahin, Dogan ay
When I was 20, you were just 6 ay
If I fucked your mother you'd be my kid ay
Bay area, I build a career
When it's the money, the more the merrier
She likes to travel, Cancún Tokyo
Thumb her anal, all night mokoko
Now take it back, now take it back
Bust it down, baby push it back
This is your track, no cap, it's your track
Pole is here, now bounce that ass
And if I slap it, don't be mad
I don't hit it twice, she be sad
I don't give a fuck, lay it flat
Smack that ass, she makes it clap
I make it mine, grab a pen and sign
Get that tattooed baby I don't mind
They should know that I was there
So many bitches, you that I can spare
Yosemite, fucked her in a tent
Come inside, sorry I can't
Drive back fast like I'm Hakkinen
Take her to candy shop, 50 cent
Ay ay give it to me now
Say say you want this inside
Ay ay give it to me now
Say say you want this inside
I bench press, I need them gainz
You shake your ass, I shake my whey
Did you gain weight, I can't say
She be trippin' like o-kay
Then puts my song and press play
Midnight, heading to Club Cle
They servin' me, on a gold tray
Worked hard, didn't just pray
So if it doesn't make sense
I got Japanese yens
Had to stay up, til the sunrise
While all she wants is to damn fight
Regardless, Imma hit it all night
Cannot blame me, that puss is tight
She is self-conscious, turns off the light
She is like baby go deep inside
In the morning, Imma catch a flight
Let's be real, not a white knight
I will still send a postcard
That's my job baby I write
I made it mine, grabbed a pen and sign
She got that tattooed and I didn't mind
They now know that I was there
So many bitches, she that I spared
Yosemite, fucked her in a tent
Come inside, sorry I can't
Drive back fast like I'm Hakkinen
Take her to candy shop, 50 cent
Ay ay give it to me now
Say say you want this inside
Ay ay give it to me now
Say say you want this inside
I am not used to, Beamer Benz or Bentley
But I can give you, Murat Doğan Şahin
1453, cannons full of şahi
Back in Turkey, my fuckin' name was dahi
Don't you ever think I don't have the money
Money money money make it rain make it rain
Money money money make it rain make it rain
Money money money
I'm gone
Istanbul to Kreuzberg
Kreuzberg to LA
Get it
64 west side Impala ay
But I'm Turkish like Sahin, Dogan ay
When I was 20, you were just 6 ay
If I fucked your mother you'd be my kid ay
Bay area, I build a career
When it's the money, the more the merrier
She likes to travel, Cancún Tokyo
Thumb her anal, all night mokoko
Now take it back, now take it back
Bust it down, baby push it back
This is your track, no cap, it's your track
Pole is here, now bounce that ass
And if I slap it, don't be mad
I don't hit it twice, she be sad
I don't give a fuck, lay it flat
Smack that ass, she makes it clap
I make it mine, grab a pen and sign
Get that tattooed baby I don't mind
They should know that I was there
So many bitches, you that I can spare
Yosemite, fucked her in a tent
Come inside, sorry I can't
Drive back fast like I'm Hakkinen
Take her to candy shop, 50 cent
Ay ay give it to me now
Say say you want this inside
Ay ay give it to me now
Say say you want this inside
I bench press, I need them gainz
You shake your ass, I shake my whey
Did you gain weight, I can't say
She be trippin' like o-kay
Then puts my song and press play
Midnight, heading to Club Cle
They servin' me, on a gold tray
Worked hard, didn't just pray
So if it doesn't make sense
I got Japanese yens
Had to stay up, til the sunrise
While all she wants is to damn fight
Regardless, Imma hit it all night
Cannot blame me, that puss is tight
She is self-conscious, turns off the light
She is like baby go deep inside
In the morning, Imma catch a flight
Let's be real, not a white knight
I will still send a postcard
That's my job baby I write
I made it mine, grabbed a pen and sign
She got that tattooed and I didn't mind
They now know that I was there
So many bitches, she that I spared
Yosemite, fucked her in a tent
Come inside, sorry I can't
Drive back fast like I'm Hakkinen
Take her to candy shop, 50 cent
Ay ay give it to me now
Say say you want this inside
Ay ay give it to me now
Say say you want this inside
I am not used to, Beamer Benz or Bentley
But I can give you, Murat Doğan Şahin
1453, cannons full of şahi
Back in Turkey, my fuckin' name was dahi
Don't you ever think I don't have the money
Money money money make it rain make it rain
Money money money make it rain make it rain
Money money money
I'm gone
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Writer(s): Erhan Ozcan
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