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[Verse 1]
I’ve been spending my attention on you, on you
I don’t wait long
Cause I got better things to do

[Chorus]
When you gonna take me out?
Make a move and make it now
When you gonna take me out?
When you gonna take me out?

[Verse 2]
So much talking
Swear that’s all you ever do
Show me something before I show something to you

[Chorus]
When you gonna take me out?
Make a move and make it now
When you gonna take me out?
When you gonna take me out?
When you gonna take me out?

[Post-Chorus]
I know that you would want it
If I could sink my teeth into you
I know that you would want it
If I could sink my teeth into you
First you gotta ask me out

[Bridge]
I’ve been spending my attention on you
I don’t wait long
‘Cause I got better things to do
When you gonna take me out?
When you gonna take me out?
When you gonna take me out?

[Post-Chorus]
I know that you would want it
If I could sink my teeth into you
I know that you would want it
If I could sink my teeth into you

Aw, this strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
(Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga)

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my charm, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m at Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check hoe (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Yo, yo
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’mma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’mma throw fits on it (fits)
I’mma bust it open, I’mma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Aw, this strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
(Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga)

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my charm, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m at Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check hoe (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Yo, yo
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’mma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’mma throw fits on it (fits)
I’mma bust it open, I’mma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Hook:]
Trying to figure it out again
They have me going around in circles
Even when i don’t deserve it
I know it’s gotta be worth it
So I’m trying to figure it out again
They got me going around in circles
I’ve been trying to stay focus
Even if you didn’t notice
In my arms (do you see it )
Inside my arms

[Verse 1:]
Look yea it’s funny how life ain’t shit until you see the worst
Seen the pain felt by someone you love laying in a hearse
Like some of those feelings extinct
Everything down the drain you just stuck in the sink
Barely hold on but everything wrong with you gotta shot
Ready for the long road like you wouldn’t block
Your feelings over but it’s not searching for slots
Trying to get in where you can fit
Like someone on the top waiting on you
You hurting and your people hating
You ain’t ever did them a thing and they heal saton on yah damn
All hope keep breaking on you
Trying to figure why you lose why they faking on you

[Hook]
Trying to figure it out again
They have me going around in circles
Even when i don’t deserve it
I know it’s gotta be worth it
So I’m trying to figure it out again
They got me going around in circles
I’ve been trying to stay focus
Even if you didn’t notice
In my arms (do you see it )
Inside my arms

[Verse 2:]
I feel you called up in int the permanent ways
Whole body going numb you been hurting for days
You don’t know which way to go
Stuck in the maze
So I’m hiding in the church where they hiding for prayers
At the end of the tunnel light so bright so
Sometimes you gotta fight without might
Face it Life seems nothing is going right
It’s not that quite but until you trying to focus
I know you about to fall just pray
Ain’t nobody notice door closing but
Not body but you is chosen
And get that blessing you feeling belly rolling
Time ain’t left at all like it’s something stolen still
Trying to straighten up and hope that it’s never over

[Hook]
Trying to figure it out again
They have me going around in circles
Even when i don’t deserve it
I know it’s gotta be worth it
So I’m trying to figure it out again
They got me going around in circles
I’ve been trying to stay focus
Even if you didn’t notice
In my arms (do you see it )
Inside my arms

[Outro:]
I make you believe yeah
I will I will I will

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

You say it’s good, I say it’s great
But it could be better
It always, could always be better
You say it’s good, but it could be better
It always, could always be better
Everything in life could always be better
Don’t settle for less, ’cause then you miss out on more
Everything in life won’t always be pleasure
You work for the treasure, just to live even more

‘Cause you say it’s good, but it could be better
It always, could always be better
Unlike your happiness, and live for forever
I’ll express my love in a letter
I love you ’cause you be making me better
You make me feel so much better
It could be good, but it could be better
When I’m with you I feel much better
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Let’s lay on the hood
And look at the stars
And name them whatever
You always call that one Trevor
Since a young one, you always been clever
Let’s grow old, rocking chairs and play checkers
I want to spend my whole life with you
Without you I feel so blue
I probably lose my train of to do’s
All my life I always –

You say it’s good, I say it’s great
But it could be better
It always, could always be better
You say it’s good, but it could be better
It always, could always be better
Everything in life could always be better
Don’t settle for less, ’cause then you miss out on more
Everything in life won’t always be pleasure
You work for the treasure, just to live even more

You said I love ya, well we are so deep
I love you where we are, man it feel so sweet
Baby you against the call, you don’t deny me
Love the way you love me Yachty
I really love you, you really love me
They must be blind if they can’t see
I’m pouring up, I’ll take you high
We best friends and we so fly
Neighbors always come around (oh ooh)
When you got me raining down (oh ooh)

You say it’s good, I say it’s great
But it could be better
It always, could always be better
You say it’s good, but it could be better
It always, could always be better
Everything in life could always be better
Don’t settle for less, ’cause then you miss out on more
Everything in life won’t always be pleasure
You work for the treasure, just to live even more

‘Cause you say it’s good, but it could be better
It always, could always be better
Unlike your happiness, and live for forever
I’ll express my love in a letter
I love you ’cause you be making me better
You make me feel so much better
It could be good, but it could be better
When I’m with you I feel much better
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh