Like I Do (feat. French Montana & Yo Gotti)
I be so high I can't think straight
Fuck ten times went on no dates
She asked me for some money, shoulda seen my face
Fuck her at the hotel, not my place
Till she go to sleep
I asked her whose it is, she said only me
When I fuck her on top, she get on to me
Look me all in my eyes, she want more of me
No, he can't fuck you like I do
Fuck you like I do it girl, fuck you like I do
You ain't satisfied with your nigga, tell the truth
He can't fuck you like I do it girl, fuck you like I do
Aaah x8
Street nigga, rubber bands
Stripper poll, stripper stands
Front to back, chest to chest
Pull her hair pullin' her, you know the rest
I just want, turn it, turn it, yeah
Shawty thick, and she learn it
Won't tap, but it's right back to the money
And I just wanna fuck, she just wanna cuddle
Don't ask me for no money, you may get in trouble
Street nigga I hustle, ratchet bitches I love 'em
Bougie bitches I love 'em, lame niggas they cuff 'em
Wanna street nigga in your presence
Your boyfriend in trouble
I contact, we done that, in that Maybach on leather
And you already know it
he can't fuck you like I do
Fuck you like I do it girl, fuck you like I do
You ain't satisfied with your nigga, tell the truth
He can't fuck you like I do it girl, fuck you like I do
Aaah x8
Threw a hundred on the watch, put the time in
Shawty grindin' side to side like a violin
Crib 36 Chambers, I'm from Shaolin
Threw 30 in the clip, made it smile
Money gotta whole lot of it
Gold chains, gold bottles
New crib, my college, one plane, four pilots
All she say is "do it, do it, do it, do it, do"
I, make the money and blew it, threw it
Gucci, Louis Vuitton
And I heard that nigga, he be talkin' 'bout me
When she with that nigga, she be talkin' 'bout me
Hopped up out the Wraith to the Porsche drop
Watch the doors go up and the jaws drop
No, he can't fuck you like I do
Fuck you like I do it girl, fuck you like I do
You ain't satisfied with your nigga, tell the truth
He can't fuck you like I do it girl, fuck you like I do
Aaah x8
Fuck ten times went on no dates
She asked me for some money, shoulda seen my face
Fuck her at the hotel, not my place
Till she go to sleep
I asked her whose it is, she said only me
When I fuck her on top, she get on to me
Look me all in my eyes, she want more of me
No, he can't fuck you like I do
Fuck you like I do it girl, fuck you like I do
You ain't satisfied with your nigga, tell the truth
He can't fuck you like I do it girl, fuck you like I do
Aaah x8
Street nigga, rubber bands
Stripper poll, stripper stands
Front to back, chest to chest
Pull her hair pullin' her, you know the rest
I just want, turn it, turn it, yeah
Shawty thick, and she learn it
Won't tap, but it's right back to the money
And I just wanna fuck, she just wanna cuddle
Don't ask me for no money, you may get in trouble
Street nigga I hustle, ratchet bitches I love 'em
Bougie bitches I love 'em, lame niggas they cuff 'em
Wanna street nigga in your presence
Your boyfriend in trouble
I contact, we done that, in that Maybach on leather
And you already know it
he can't fuck you like I do
Fuck you like I do it girl, fuck you like I do
You ain't satisfied with your nigga, tell the truth
He can't fuck you like I do it girl, fuck you like I do
Aaah x8
Threw a hundred on the watch, put the time in
Shawty grindin' side to side like a violin
Crib 36 Chambers, I'm from Shaolin
Threw 30 in the clip, made it smile
Money gotta whole lot of it
Gold chains, gold bottles
New crib, my college, one plane, four pilots
All she say is "do it, do it, do it, do it, do"
I, make the money and blew it, threw it
Gucci, Louis Vuitton
And I heard that nigga, he be talkin' 'bout me
When she with that nigga, she be talkin' 'bout me
Hopped up out the Wraith to the Porsche drop
Watch the doors go up and the jaws drop
No, he can't fuck you like I do
Fuck you like I do it girl, fuck you like I do
You ain't satisfied with your nigga, tell the truth
He can't fuck you like I do it girl, fuck you like I do
Aaah x8
Credits
Writer(s): Rasool Diaz, Brian Soko, David Cunningham, Andre Proctor, Tyrone William Griffin Jr, Karim Kharbouch, Mario Sentell Giden
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