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[Intro]
I be turned up to the max
Look Glock broke the thermostat
Fuck your bitch and give her back
I take your shit won’t give it back
Now I got money, money, money, money
Bitch we play for keeps
And Imma burn a nigga like a swisher
If he think it’s sweet

[Hook]
You know imma get it bitch until my casket close
I been chasing paper nigga, you been chasing hoes
I tore my acl, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
I never love the bitch more than the dough, that’s on my soul

[Verse 1]
Got a Alaskan Mink Coat
I feel like a Eskimo
On that iceberg slim shit
You know I got all the hoes
Yeah my neck and wrist froze
You stay close, might catch a cold
These hundreds got my pockets swollen
Hustle till I can’t no more, aye
You know I’m a baller
Keep my 9 like Iguodala
Fucking niggas daughters
I get more head then a collar
I’m Hakuna Matata
I got all these bitch you watch
I be fresh to death
Like I just hopped up out a coffin
Styrofoam no coffee
I sip hi-tech not no qualy
Hood bitch sound like cardi
She just want to fucking party
I tossed her with the squad
I turned it to a sausage party
I got money on my noggin
And my finger on the rocket

[Hook]
You know imma get it bitch until my casket close
I been chasing paper nigga, you been chasing hoes
I tore my acl, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
I never love the bitch more than the dough, that’s on my soul

[Verse 2]
And I just broke a bitch back
Slam dunk that hoe like shaq
On my Ray Lewis shit
I’m dancing when I get the sack
I be turned up to the max
Look Glock broke the thermostat
Fuck your bitch and give her back
I take your shit won’t give it back
Now I got money, money, money, money
Bitch we play for keeps
And Imma burn a nigga like a swisher
If he think it’s sweet
I got to pour me up some lean
Please cuz I’m a codeine feen
I’m wide awoke high as hell
But the bitch thought I was sleep
I like my money neat nigga like I like my freaks
I like my money neat nigga like I like my freaks
When I’m riding in the G wagon
The doors off like a jeep
Just a high-class street nigga
Still trapping out a suite
Glock!

[Hook]
You know imma get it bitch until my casket close
I been chasing paper nigga, you been chasing hoes
I tore my acl, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
I never love the bitch more than the dough, that’s on my soul

[Outro]
I never loved the bitch more than the dough
That’s on my soul
I never loved the bitch more than the dough
That’s on my soul
I never loved the bitch more than the dough
That’s on my soul
I never loved the bitch more than the dough
That’s on my soul

[Hook]
You know imma get it bitch until my casket close
I been chasing paper nigga, you been chasing hoes
I tore my acl, I ball too hard like Derrick Rose
I never love the bitch more than the dough, that’s on my soul

[Intro: Velous]
Flipmode, flipmode (let’s go)
Knock it down, fade away, yeah
Knock it down, fade away
Flipmode, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flipmode, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Velous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)

[Verse 1: Velous]
Faded off the woohah (woo)
You know I’m faded off the woohah (woo)
Bustin’, bustin’ out the trap (trap)
In the coupe doing laps (skrrt)
Got me a Dominican mami (yeah)
Folding paper, origami (yeah)
Ragger, ragger on sight (yeah)
Spliff Star off the hype (yeah)
Ain’t got no time to fall in love (love)
Ain’t no time to fall in love (love)
When the push come to shove (sheesh)
Money all I ever love (sheesh)
Gary Payton with the glove (yeah)
O.J Simpson with the glove (yeah)
Guilty pleasure, pick your poison
We got all of the above (sheesh)
Shooter, shooters on deck (yeah)
Still banging with the set (yeah)
30 thousand in the P.J (woo)
Got my niggas out the ‘jects (yeah)
Surfin’ through the village, bust it, bust it up
Diamonds on me flooded bust down (woo)
Ever since she let me bust it, bust it up
She be wanting me to cuff now, ghost

[Chorus: Velous & Fabolous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah, Loso)

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Told shawty, make it clap (clap)
Shawty, just make it clap (clap)
All the homies got a 30 up
My warriors gotta Curry up
Somethin’ foreign when I’m skurtin’ up (skrrt)
If they comin’, better hurry up (skrrt)
Wrist game, I’ma stir it up (whip it)
‘Til the white McFlurry up (whip it)
Mickey D’s, I’m lovin’ it
Super bad, McLovin’ it
Slide up in it with the oven mitt (woah)
Now she callin’ out my government (woah)
Freddy Kruger with the glove (glove)
Michael Jackson with the glove (glove)
Keep it lit and get the money (yeah)
I do both of the above (yeah)
I’ve been juggin’ since flip phones
Bedrockin’ like Flinstones
Doin’ numbers in my zip code
Squad with it on flipmode
Shawty ’bout to let her clip go
Busta, busta, busta, bust that
A big butt and a smile
I know they told me, never trust that but I

[Chorus: Velous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Yeah, yeah, go ‘head with it (woo)
Baby, bust it open out the roof (woo)
Yeah, this car brand new, give it to you
Now she actin’ brand new, flipmode
I got a new bitch. flipmode
All the money I get, flipmode
You don’t ball like this, hell no
My whole team lit, it’s simple (woo)
What you want? Just tell me what you want, baby (yeah)
What you doing? Let’s just start with foreplay (yeah)
When I perform, your shaking make the bed break
Until the the morning, your lips turn me on, baby
Smo-smoke one with me, let’s get faded (yeah)
Hit the showers, heat it up, still wide awake
I don’t even know, said she got a man at home, I love her anyway
And if that nigga say he love you like he do
Where your wedding ring? (woo)

[Chorus: Velous & Chris Brown]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (down, fade away, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
I told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (oh)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (for me)
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (ow)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (sheesh)

[Intro: Velous]
Flipmode, flipmode (let’s go)
Knock it down, fade away, yeah
Knock it down, fade away
Flipmode, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flipmode, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Velous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)

[Verse 1: Velous]
Faded off the woohah (woo)
You know I’m faded off the woohah (woo)
Bustin’, bustin’ out the trap (trap)
In the coupe doing laps (skrrt)
Got me a Dominican mami (yeah)
Folding paper, origami (yeah)
Ragger, ragger on sight (yeah)
Spliff Star off the hype (yeah)
Ain’t got no time to fall in love (love)
Ain’t no time to fall in love (love)
When the push come to shove (sheesh)
Money all I ever love (sheesh)
Gary Payton with the glove (yeah)
O.J Simpson with the glove (yeah)
Guilty pleasure, pick your poison
We got all of the above (sheesh)
Shooter, shooters on deck (yeah)
Still banging with the set (yeah)
30 thousand in the P.J (woo)
Got my niggas out the ‘jects (yeah)
Surfin’ through the village, bust it, bust it up
Diamonds on me flooded bust down (woo)
Ever since she let me bust it, bust it up
She be wanting me to cuff now, ghost

[Chorus: Velous & Fabolous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah, Loso)

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Told shawty, make it clap (clap)
Shawty, just make it clap (clap)
All the homies got a 30 up
My warriors gotta Curry up
Somethin’ foreign when I’m skurtin’ up (skrrt)
If they comin’, better hurry up (skrrt)
Wrist game, I’ma stir it up (whip it)
‘Til the white McFlurry up (whip it)
Mickey D’s, I’m lovin’ it
Super bad, McLovin’ it
Slide up in it with the oven mitt (woah)
Now she callin’ out my government (woah)
Freddy Kruger with the glove (glove)
Michael Jackson with the glove (glove)
Keep it lit and get the money (yeah)
I do both of the above (yeah)
I’ve been juggin’ since flip phones
Bedrockin’ like Flinstones
Doin’ numbers in my zip code
Squad with it on flipmode
Shawty ’bout to let her clip go
Busta, busta, busta, bust that
A big butt and a smile
I know they told me, never trust that but I

[Chorus: Velous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Yeah, yeah, go ‘head with it (woo)
Baby, bust it open out the roof (woo)
Yeah, this car brand new, give it to you
Now she actin’ brand new, flipmode
I got a new bitch. flipmode
All the money I get, flipmode
You don’t ball like this, hell no
My whole team lit, it’s simple (woo)
What you want? Just tell me what you want, baby (yeah)
What you doing? Let’s just start with foreplay (yeah)
When I perform, your shaking make the bed break
Until the the morning, your lips turn me on, baby
Smo-smoke one with me, let’s get faded (yeah)
Hit the showers, heat it up, still wide awake
I don’t even know, said she got a man at home, I love her anyway
And if that nigga say he love you like he do
Where your wedding ring? (woo)

[Chorus: Velous & Chris Brown]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (down, fade away, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
I told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (oh)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (for me)
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (ow)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (sheesh)

Oh no, here we go again
Fighting over what I said
I’m sorry, yeah I’m sorry
Bad at love, no, I’m not good at this
But I can’t say I’m innocent
Not hardly, but I’m sorry
And all my friends, they know and it’s true
I don’t know who I am without you
I got it bad, baby
Got it bad
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone on days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone
On days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, can you hear my heart say
No, you ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
And I hope I never see the day
That you move on and be happy without me
Without me
What’s my hand without your heart to hold?
I don’t know what I’m living for
If I’m living without you
All my friends, they know and it’s true
I don’t know who I am without you
I’ve got it bad, baby
I got it bad
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone on days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone
On days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, can you hear my heart say
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
My heart’s like
No, you ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
Everything I need
Is standing in front of me
I know that we will be alright, alright, yeah
Through the ups and downs
Baby, I’ma stick around
I promise we will be alright, alright
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone on days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone
On days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, can you hear my heart say
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
You ain’t nobody ’til you got somebody
Everything I need
Is standing right in front of me
I know that we will be alright, alright, yeah

Don’t need no tab, don’t need no VISA
No bouncer looking like a wannabe Vin Diesel
Don’t need your friends all getting jealous
Watching you walk in looking so good that you could sell it

Uh-uh, not again
Girl, let’s get this party started where the party always ends

Got a yellow backdoor porch party light
Got a speaker in the window playing Barry White
You and me out here swaying, star-gazing
Gonna bring it back in, break the candles out
Get the mood turned on and the lights out
Lose a little something black and lacy in the couch
At the house
At the house
Yeah, that’s what it’s all about

Don’t need no plans (nope), no reservations (uh-uh)
Nobody calling me up, saying, "where you at, man? We waiting"
We can keep it on chill (oh, yeah), or get a little obnoxious (uh-huh)
Go ahead and get your freak on, ain’t nobody gonna stop us

Uh-uh, girl, just the essentials
You and me, a little Smithworks
Rockin’ out this residential

Got a yellow backdoor porch party light
Got a speaker in the window playing Barry White
You and me out here swaying, star-gazing
Gonna bring it back in, break the candles out
Get the mood turned on and the lights out
Lose a little something black and lacy in the couch
At the house

Uh-uh, not again
Girl, let’s get this party started where the party always ends

Got a yellow backdoor porch party light
Got a speaker in the window playing Barry White
You and me out here swaying, star-gazing
Gonna bring it back in, break the candles out
Get the mood turned on and the lights out
Lose a little something black and lacy in the couch
At the house
Yeah, at the house
That’s what it’s all about

Mmm, yeah
At the house