Eric Bellinger, ARoc - Gina lyrics
[Eric Bellinger, ARoc - Gina lyrics]
You may have heard of my woman alright
She's a fashion
Model gina you seen her on all the magazines
Bruh look, my girl is finer than
Yours and my pockets are fatter, oh yes, the
Pockets stay swollen man
I wrote a check last week
And the bank bounced
This song kinda remind me of back
When I was like 13
Years old or something like that
They had that real love
Yeah, you can call me Martin, you'll be Gina
Yeah, I check any nigga tryna
Step to my girl, yeah
You go girl, damn you do your thing
Work your 9-5, then you bring it back to me
I'ma hold you down and you do the same for me
Same for me, same for me, yeah
You do the same
Yeah, that's why I love you like
That old school 90's show
That's why I love you like
That old school 90's show
Last night I met my dream girl
She was picture perfect
She the type to let the good vibes
Take the time away
No other chick was worth it
Not just Bad, that girl cook and clean
She a ride or die that came with a purpose
You never lied to me, only eyes for me
That's the type of chick
That I'd probably purchase, on God
Damn right, bet she know how to act too
Out of all the fish in the sea
I'm glad I had the bait that can catch you
Damn and I know she know that she make
It hard for like all these hoes
They hatin' on you, they talkin' shit
Sheneneh what I call these hoes
We shade up, take selfie pics when we laid up
And then post it up so that
The world can see it
It's so obvious, our mind's made up
Then it's back to gettin' paid up
And you hold me down while I'm gone with it
And I just hit up that studio
And then throw that ass in that song with it
And have E sing it to you like
Yeah, I'ma be the Martin to your Gina
Martin to your Gina
Be the Martin to your Gina
Girl, this ain't no Justin and Selena
Hell nah this ain't no Justin and Selena, no
She's a fashion
Model gina you seen her on all the magazines
Bruh look, my girl is finer than
Yours and my pockets are fatter, oh yes, the
Pockets stay swollen man
I wrote a check last week
And the bank bounced
This song kinda remind me of back
When I was like 13
Years old or something like that
They had that real love
Yeah, you can call me Martin, you'll be Gina
Yeah, I check any nigga tryna
Step to my girl, yeah
You go girl, damn you do your thing
Work your 9-5, then you bring it back to me
I'ma hold you down and you do the same for me
Same for me, same for me, yeah
You do the same
Yeah, that's why I love you like
That old school 90's show
That's why I love you like
That old school 90's show
Last night I met my dream girl
She was picture perfect
She the type to let the good vibes
Take the time away
No other chick was worth it
Not just Bad, that girl cook and clean
She a ride or die that came with a purpose
You never lied to me, only eyes for me
That's the type of chick
That I'd probably purchase, on God
Damn right, bet she know how to act too
Out of all the fish in the sea
I'm glad I had the bait that can catch you
Damn and I know she know that she make
It hard for like all these hoes
They hatin' on you, they talkin' shit
Sheneneh what I call these hoes
We shade up, take selfie pics when we laid up
And then post it up so that
The world can see it
It's so obvious, our mind's made up
Then it's back to gettin' paid up
And you hold me down while I'm gone with it
And I just hit up that studio
And then throw that ass in that song with it
And have E sing it to you like
Yeah, I'ma be the Martin to your Gina
Martin to your Gina
Be the Martin to your Gina
Girl, this ain't no Justin and Selena
Hell nah this ain't no Justin and Selena, no