Fat Joe, Remy Ma - Opposites Attract (What They Like) lyrics

Let's go

"Got another hit, of fresh air!"
"O-o-o ooh, got another hit!"

Platinum chains, down to my dick
I'm so sick, like flames, light up ya bitch
Get it hot like 'dro
And firin and pink slips
You at the club alone now
She hidin in my whip (But kick it)
I know just what you need you
Need to fuck with me
Cuz when you ballin with Joey
You in another league
Somethin like Doji, Chloe diamonds
And better weed
I'm four-wheelin through roads you
Mighta never seen
Take you on trips, you know the minimal shit
The basic long as your dip is official
If we're twistin you lace it
Spit it amazin when I'm layin the mack game
I could, put 'em in chains and give
'em blings and cashy rings
Like delicious, thug passionate candy cane
Know you could
Stay witcha mayne and just live plain
I ball with the best of them
Flossin the emblem
First playa front get applause
From TS and them (Clap my niggas)

They wanna live it live
They want a nigga with eight figures
That can give 'em ice
They wanna chill up in Villa
With me every night

That's what my bitches like
But, I know what niggas like (What?)
They wanna hit it right
They want a chick that's willin to
Strip on the first night (True)
The type of chick that'll make
You forget about ya wife

That's what my niggas like

I pull up to the club in the truck
Like what, the FUCK, IS UP!
I stay out with the blunt
Cuz I don't give a fuck
With, L-ID niggas, know who I be
And I know what niggas like, niggas like me
Pretty Remy on the rocks in the VIP
See, niggas like menages
And overnight parties
Butt naked bitches in the hotel lobby
I plays the bar cuz they don't charge me
Plus niggas like dogs to broads in white T's
Outside it's a fight over me
Cuz I'm with niggas like, "yeah
You better get it right"
"You know my shit is tight"
If you live we'll be fuckin today
As long as you ain't
Touchin my pay, this shit is nothin to me
I got my mind right, my money right
I'm pushin a Benz plus I'm a dime like
(Whoa) Got niggas lookin for Rem'

They wanna hit it right
They want a chick that's willin to
Strip on the first night (True)
The type of chick that'll make
You forget about ya wife (C'mon)

That's what my niggas like
I know what bitches like (What?)
They wanna live the life
They want a nigga with eight figures
That can give 'em ice
They wanna chill up in Villa
With me every night

That's what my bitches like

You know a lot mama
How be take a nice cruise to the Ba ha mas
With ice daquiris and jewels, picture
Just me and you under the palm trees
Up on the beach in your bikini
And we feelin the breeze

But baby, I know just what you need
You need some Hennessey (Uh, huh)
And in a minute we'll finish
It with a little me
Sex into sleepin on bedsheets outta Italy
Then send yo' ass back home without no energy

Yo, after I take you on a night on the town
We could
Slide to the telly when nobody's around
The next door neighbors complainin because
They hearin the sound

They wanna live it live
They want a nigga with eight figures
That can give 'em ice
They wanna chill up in Villa
With me every night

That's what my bitches like
But, I know what niggas like (What?)
They wanna hit it right
They want a chick that's willin to
Strip on the first night (True)
The type of chick that'll make
You forget about ya wife

That's what my niggas like

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