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    Yeah
    Wow

    All I gotta do is pull up with the pound right now
    And I could get high with you (yeah)
    All she gotta do is drop somethin' down
    Move around while I pitch a couple bands to the roof
    Let's bend a couple rules and get another room
    That's a lil' more private, all eyes on you
    All you gotta do is, ooh
    Motivate me with your movement

    While I'm throwin' all these dead pres'
    Watch me hit 'em with the finesse
    You don't wanna check for damage
    I put that ass to bed rest

    Watch me pull up in the coupe
    Two seater, I got the double with the scoop
    But it's a group, same niggas from the stu' (with me)
    Dub city, I just send a alley oop (ooh)
    From the window to the wall
    With the south shade from me when the money start to fall (okay)
    Lookin' like Lamelo when I ball
    Might pump fake then watch 'em jump criss-cross, okay

    I take my hand and I put on your waist
    She look and tell me: Nigga, this ain't no race
    It's all good, I can move with your pace
    While I wait, I'ma break it down like, hmm
    Roll some, then we blow it to the Moon
    Hit the gas and you feel that shit like vroom (vroom)
    Legs up and I ate that shit like, hmm
    Need a boom-boom-boom, baby

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    All I gotta do is pull up with the pound right now
    And I could get high with you (yeah)
    All she gotta do is drop somethin' down
    Move around while I pitch a couple bands to the roof
    Let's bend a couple rules and get another room
    That's a lil' more private, all eyes on you
    All you gotta do is, ooh
    Motivate me with your movement

    While I'm throwin' all these dead pres'
    Watch me hit 'em with the finesse
    You don't wanna check for damage
    I put that ass to bed rest

    I'm feelin' like JFK
    Wavin' at the top of the hook, go crazy
    Apeshit, got them bitches jumpin' out their cages
    But can't get close 'cause I'm way too famous
    Still tryna keep it humble
    While she bang, bang the mirror, see the gun smoke
    Break it down, need chains for the hundo'
    Every man for themselves, Royal Rumble, okay

    I'ma get you up and out them Balmains
    See you gon' walk up outta here with no string, no strings
    Simple and plain, before your mind change, let's ride, ah, hmm
    Roll some, then we blow it to the Moon
    Hit the gas and you feel that shit like vroom (vroom)
    Legs up and I ate that shit like, hmm
    Need a boom-boom-boom, baby

    All I gotta do is pull up with the pound right now
    And I could get high with you (yeah)
    All she gotta do is drop somethin' down
    Move around while I pitch a couple bands to the roof
    Let's bend a couple rules and get another room
    That's a lil' more private, all eyes on you
    All you gotta do is, ooh
    Motivate me with your movement

    While I'm throwin' all these dead pres'
    Watch me hit 'em with the finesse
    You don't wanna check for damage
    I put that ass to bed rest

    While I'm throwin' all these dead pres'
    Watch me hit 'em with the finesse
    You don't wanna check for damage
    I put that ass to bed rest

    Wow
    Oh, yeah
    Do it, do it, do it
    Yeah

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