DOM KENNEDY, Kay Franklin, My Guy Mars - Deep Thought lyrics
[DOM KENNEDY, Kay Franklin, My Guy Mars - Deep Thought lyrics]
(Other People's Money) yeah, uh
You know it yeah
Check this out
Been working out, she got her grip tight
Keep texting my phone
"What's going on tonight?"
Hand on her ass when we G-slide
Hand on her waist, we go side to side
These niggas get emotional over dough
I'm smoking trees out in
Malibu with Clicquot
Marathon John got the bag of gummies
Two nights in a row, damn, this bitch love me
Don't ask for a verse, ask
"What's the price?"
Si-six figures when I'm parked at the light
Jewels on my neck, I just look light
This lil' bitch bad, got her bag right
Yeah, she been feeling on mе
We gon' hop in the deucе
We gon' drive by the sea
We gon' do it lights on, lights off
Lofts out in Vegas so big, I got lost
Yeah, she been feeling on me
We gon' hop in the deuce
We gon' drive by the sea
We could do it lights on, lights off
When I visualize your body
There's deep thoughts
Been working out, she got her grip tight
Texting my phone
"What's going on tonight?"
Hand on her ass when we G-slide
Hand on her ass when we G-slide
Been working out, she got her grip tight
Texting my phone
"What's going on tonight?"
Hand on her waist when we G-slide
She keep texting my phone, yeah
Crib by the beach, know it's wavy
With this view, I could see why they hate me
(Westside) i been on some other shit lately
She know my name but she
Only call me "Baby", yeah, yeah
When you call me, call me "Baby"
When you call me, call me "Baby"
When you call me, call me "Baby"
When you call me, call me "Baby"
Been working out, she got her grip tight
You know it
Been working out, she got her grip tight
Keep texting my phone
"What's going on tonight?" yeah
You know it yeah
Check this out
Been working out, she got her grip tight
Keep texting my phone
"What's going on tonight?"
Hand on her ass when we G-slide
Hand on her waist, we go side to side
These niggas get emotional over dough
I'm smoking trees out in
Malibu with Clicquot
Marathon John got the bag of gummies
Two nights in a row, damn, this bitch love me
Don't ask for a verse, ask
"What's the price?"
Si-six figures when I'm parked at the light
Jewels on my neck, I just look light
This lil' bitch bad, got her bag right
Yeah, she been feeling on mе
We gon' hop in the deucе
We gon' drive by the sea
We gon' do it lights on, lights off
Lofts out in Vegas so big, I got lost
Yeah, she been feeling on me
We gon' hop in the deuce
We gon' drive by the sea
We could do it lights on, lights off
When I visualize your body
There's deep thoughts
Been working out, she got her grip tight
Texting my phone
"What's going on tonight?"
Hand on her ass when we G-slide
Hand on her ass when we G-slide
Been working out, she got her grip tight
Texting my phone
"What's going on tonight?"
Hand on her waist when we G-slide
She keep texting my phone, yeah
Crib by the beach, know it's wavy
With this view, I could see why they hate me
(Westside) i been on some other shit lately
She know my name but she
Only call me "Baby", yeah, yeah
When you call me, call me "Baby"
When you call me, call me "Baby"
When you call me, call me "Baby"
When you call me, call me "Baby"
Been working out, she got her grip tight
You know it
Been working out, she got her grip tight
Keep texting my phone
"What's going on tonight?" yeah