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    Not tryna put a bunch of pressure on you but em...
    I don't even drink champagne
    What'chu think all of this is for?

    So(/is) tell your homegirl you gon' be alright
    & Make your way to my room
    I'm pretty sure they'll hate on me tonight
    But it's cool, cause we gon' do the things that grown-ups do

    Harlem in the house
    Now I can be your lover, brother or be multi-facet
    I can do, anything if you'll ever ask it
    I can dress hood if you want me, switch up!
    Now I can be suited & booted, or can mix it up
    I can make you feel as if I'm the only [?]
    I can keep a job mami, I can work a shift
    I can bring you soup & orange juice, if you really sick
    Or I can put a rose in my mouth & bring a gift
    I want you out the hood for good
    I want you on your feet
    I want you being e'rything you thought you couldn't see
    I want your mind as free as a dolphin in the sea
    I want your intimacy, look into me & see
    C'mon, you know them hits from top 40
    Got my house? A walkie talkie
    All these bad chicks bore me
    You the only shorty for me haaa!

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    Don't say, what you won't do
    Cause these hours, are reserved for grown-ups
    & It's been a lot of money spent because of you
    At this time of night
    The only thing left to do...

    Bronx in the house
    Bx in the house
    French montana, coke boys in the house
    Hol' up, slo' up, fedz roll up
    Niggas starving. Coke boys & the girls doin' donuts
    30 Thousand over there, 30 models over there
    When you talk about feet, 30 thousand in the air
    I'm a coke boy, she cum second to the blow
    Gotta break her back, she won't love me when I'm broke
    Versace dom, feel free you like shocking huh?
    60 Seconds or less & I'll be gone
    Hundred carats on my piece, I promise I'll never lease
    I'm married to the streets so I'm carried off the streets haaa
    I'm not the one to have you on a lease sign
    Keeping it 100, 100 thousand dollar piece on
    I get low on blocks, niggas go police on
    & When them bands pop, I don't need a refund

    The millest in this bitch, I'm the prezzie ho
    Prezzie row, 50k for the bezzie though
    Rico love, we ain't even know you could rap
    She said you let me in your section & you could tap
    Hundred bottles in the club, you could google that
    Fliest nigga on the fucking globe, check google maps
    Lame at the bar but your girl up in here
    & I think she wanna show me her le pearl of brazil, yea!
    A fuck nigga's worst nightmare
    Fuck a bad bitch, I'm only paying flight fare
    These hoes tell a mayne, go & get the jury form
    Posting pictures on the web, with your jury on
    (Bitch) tryna kill a nigga vibe, word to kendrick
    My wardrobe makes 4 perfect entries
    The kind of name that it never hurts to mention
    The size of my tip, should tell you my intention so

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    Composición: Mase (Us 3), Rico Love, French Montana y Rondo Calarissi

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