Wonna Know
She Gon Shake It, shake It
For That Dollar Bill
For That Dollar Bill
Aye
Yea
Ahuh
Yeah
It ain't worth shit you like the price tag
Bet You wonna know whats all in my bag
Faded Think A Need A Night Cap
Too Grown To Be Playing With It Like That
And I Just Wonna Know
Why you do that there
When you gripping on the pole
Type of type to get a nigga like me in the zone
Let me feel that dance
Imma give you what you want
And I just wonna know
What I Gotta Do To take you home
Don't stop to talk I need you to keep going
The way you do that there
Is Like your sticking to a code
Let me feel that dance
And Imma give you what you want
Sim Simma she want the keys
And the lease to my Bim Bimma
Prolly fall for her moves
If I ain't see clearer
When I'm down she go down
It make a nigga cheer up
I don't know if I should cuff
Or make her disappear
I don't if its a scam Or she in love with me
I tell her pull up every time
I need some company
Only move on her own terms
That be sus to me
If I wasn't getting it
She'd prolly be dubbin me
All on Instagram and this girl
Ain't even subbing me
She ain't got no feelings
She just wonder where the money be
All about her bread
Guess i'm just another casualty
If i throw the bag
She suck me dry like a money tree
Gotta pay to get her time
Gotta pay to see her dance
Gotta pay to see her nasty
Ain't talking money she ain't coming round
She ain't coming rund yeah yeah
Gotta pay to get her time
Gotta pay to see her dance
Gotta pay to see her nasty
Ain't talking money she aint coming round
She ain't coming round yeah yeah
It Ain't Worth you like the price tag
Bet You want to know whats all in my bag
Faded Think A Need A Night Cap
Too Grown To Be Playing With It Like That
And I Just Wonna Know
Why you do that there
When you gripping on the pole
Type of shit to get a nigga like me in the zone
Let me feel that dance
Imma give you what you want
And I just wonna know
What I Gotta Do To take you home
Don't stop to talk
I need you to keep going
The way you do that there
Is Like your sticking to a code
Let me feel that dance
And Imma give you what you want
For That Dollar Bill
For That Dollar Bill
Aye
Yea
Ahuh
Yeah
It ain't worth shit you like the price tag
Bet You wonna know whats all in my bag
Faded Think A Need A Night Cap
Too Grown To Be Playing With It Like That
And I Just Wonna Know
Why you do that there
When you gripping on the pole
Type of type to get a nigga like me in the zone
Let me feel that dance
Imma give you what you want
And I just wonna know
What I Gotta Do To take you home
Don't stop to talk I need you to keep going
The way you do that there
Is Like your sticking to a code
Let me feel that dance
And Imma give you what you want
Sim Simma she want the keys
And the lease to my Bim Bimma
Prolly fall for her moves
If I ain't see clearer
When I'm down she go down
It make a nigga cheer up
I don't know if I should cuff
Or make her disappear
I don't if its a scam Or she in love with me
I tell her pull up every time
I need some company
Only move on her own terms
That be sus to me
If I wasn't getting it
She'd prolly be dubbin me
All on Instagram and this girl
Ain't even subbing me
She ain't got no feelings
She just wonder where the money be
All about her bread
Guess i'm just another casualty
If i throw the bag
She suck me dry like a money tree
Gotta pay to get her time
Gotta pay to see her dance
Gotta pay to see her nasty
Ain't talking money she ain't coming round
She ain't coming rund yeah yeah
Gotta pay to get her time
Gotta pay to see her dance
Gotta pay to see her nasty
Ain't talking money she aint coming round
She ain't coming round yeah yeah
It Ain't Worth you like the price tag
Bet You want to know whats all in my bag
Faded Think A Need A Night Cap
Too Grown To Be Playing With It Like That
And I Just Wonna Know
Why you do that there
When you gripping on the pole
Type of shit to get a nigga like me in the zone
Let me feel that dance
Imma give you what you want
And I just wonna know
What I Gotta Do To take you home
Don't stop to talk
I need you to keep going
The way you do that there
Is Like your sticking to a code
Let me feel that dance
And Imma give you what you want
Credits
Writer(s): Cody Rounds, Anthony Boateng
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