RiFF RAFF, Lisa Cimorelli - Hit Me Up lyrics
[RiFF RAFF, Lisa Cimorelli - Hit Me Up lyrics]
Hit me up where you wanna go
We can drive downtown just cruising slow
Got fifty in the tank and
A pocket full of cash
Got nowhere to be tonight
We can take our time
Just rolling slow, rolling slow
First off pay all your taxes
Accountant doing back flips
Pockets doing gymnastics
Dropped off my 40% to Uncle Sam
Damn fam, can I cop the cramb Lamb
I must vacation on the regular
No behind the scenes, put away your cellular
No phone service in Amsterdam
Don't touch my hand, I buff shine my nails
Three shots of green tea, Vietnamese TP
Drop my hotel key in Japanese seaweed
My feet need to meet the beach in East Greece
My body needs to sleep beneath Versace sheets
Hit me up where you wanna go
We can drive downtown just cruising slow
Got fifty in the tank and
A pocket full of cash
Got nowhere to be tonight
We can take our time
Just rolling slow, rolling slow
Never meant to get bent out of shape
But I ate too many steaks
Put on too much weight
Gained seventy pounds
You could see it in my face
Lean down, I could barely tie my shoe lace
RiFF RaFF, I came back with Versace six pack
Don't get side tracked
Tryna keep up with my stacks
Might spill through Nashville with
My wrist on chill
Set my grill on the window sill
And I froze Kendall Gill
Back to me, back to doing whatever I feel
Back to you being annoying
And keeping it real
With your attitude I swear I've
Had it up to here i be damned if I let these
Haters get in my ear, riFF
La la la la la la la la
Ooh, la la la la la hit me up
Where you wanna go we can drive downtown
Just cruising slow got fifty in the tank and
A pocket full of cash
Got nowhere to be tonight
We can take our time
Just rolling slow, rolling slow hit me up
Where you wanna go we can drive downtown
Just cruising slow got fifty in the tank and
A pocket full of cash
Got nowhere to be tonight
We can take our time
Just rolling slow, rolling slow
We can drive downtown just cruising slow
Got fifty in the tank and
A pocket full of cash
Got nowhere to be tonight
We can take our time
Just rolling slow, rolling slow
First off pay all your taxes
Accountant doing back flips
Pockets doing gymnastics
Dropped off my 40% to Uncle Sam
Damn fam, can I cop the cramb Lamb
I must vacation on the regular
No behind the scenes, put away your cellular
No phone service in Amsterdam
Don't touch my hand, I buff shine my nails
Three shots of green tea, Vietnamese TP
Drop my hotel key in Japanese seaweed
My feet need to meet the beach in East Greece
My body needs to sleep beneath Versace sheets
Hit me up where you wanna go
We can drive downtown just cruising slow
Got fifty in the tank and
A pocket full of cash
Got nowhere to be tonight
We can take our time
Just rolling slow, rolling slow
Never meant to get bent out of shape
But I ate too many steaks
Put on too much weight
Gained seventy pounds
You could see it in my face
Lean down, I could barely tie my shoe lace
RiFF RaFF, I came back with Versace six pack
Don't get side tracked
Tryna keep up with my stacks
Might spill through Nashville with
My wrist on chill
Set my grill on the window sill
And I froze Kendall Gill
Back to me, back to doing whatever I feel
Back to you being annoying
And keeping it real
With your attitude I swear I've
Had it up to here i be damned if I let these
Haters get in my ear, riFF
La la la la la la la la
Ooh, la la la la la hit me up
Where you wanna go we can drive downtown
Just cruising slow got fifty in the tank and
A pocket full of cash
Got nowhere to be tonight
We can take our time
Just rolling slow, rolling slow hit me up
Where you wanna go we can drive downtown
Just cruising slow got fifty in the tank and
A pocket full of cash
Got nowhere to be tonight
We can take our time
Just rolling slow, rolling slow