CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : What’s The Rush
[K CAMP & Joey Trap]
(Akachi in this motherf*cker)
(Red lean look like Cliiifford) Yeah
Twenty-five floors up, can't see the view
Night shift, load up, she wanna see it too
Got shit sewed up, you know they sick of you
Wait a minute, hold up, we'll pick up, boo
Bad bitch attitude, she be doin' that
Baby on a night shift, I need two of that
She just turned twenty-two and she reckless
I just spent twenty-two on a necklace
Baby, call your best friend, tell 'em pull up
Ho brought the X in, we been booted up
I just let my ex in, I be screwin' up
Never learned my lesson, shit tooted up
Get money, nigga, Monday through Sunday
Drip on a bitch, turn Atlanta into a runway
I was down bad, I was gon' be up one day
Big racks, tell the p*ssy ho catch the Feng shui
She just wanna f*ck for a lil' somethin', yeah (Lil' somethin', yeah)
Bring your friends, we can start somethin', yeah (Start somethin', yeah)
Started from the mud, now them racks up, yeah (Racks up, yeah)
Pop one of these, you gon' act up, yeah (Act up, yeah)
She don't want love, she just want this life, yeah (Want this life, yeah)
So I gotta hit you, girl, it's only right, yeah (It's only right, yeah)
All my niggas tryna get some, yeah (Get some, yeah)
Gettin' M&M's then we split some, yeah (Hey)
Bitch, get your weight up (Ooh)
Fifty racks, just made before the day up (Ooh)
Just met the ho, now she wanna lay up (Lay)
Nah, bitch, you ain't lookin' like your profile
I ain't never met a bitch that got low mile (Ha), ayy
She let me f*ck and she f*cked on my buddies (f*cked on my buddies)
Hop on that 2K, just gamblin' with Cudi (Gamblin' with Cudi)
My money clean, but that Styrofoam muddy (Styrofoam)
Walkin' on Christian, the bottom is bloody (Bottom is)
Know how to count, but I never did study (Never did study)
Skinny lil' nigga, but my pockets chubby
I'm not your hubby, bitch, do you love me? (Bitch, do you love me?)
Diamonds on frigid, mama, I ran up them digits
Really, I feel I'm the sickest
f*ck on these bitches, they wanna f*ck on my riches
What I'm gon' do with these bitches?
She just wanna f*ck for a lil' somethin', yeah (Lil' somethin', yeah)
Bring your friends, we can start somethin', yeah (Start somethin', yeah)
Started from the mud, now them racks up, yeah (Racks up, yeah)
Pop one of these, you gon' act up, yeah (Act up, yeah)
She don't want love, she just want this life, yeah (Want this life, yeah)
So I gotta hit you, girl, it's only right, yeah (It's only right, yeah)
All my niggas tryna get some, yeah (Get some, yeah)
Gettin' M&M's then we split some, yeah (Hey)
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(Akachi in this motherf*cker)
(Red lean look like Cliiifford) Yeah
Twenty-five floors up, can't see the view
Night shift, load up, she wanna see it too
Got shit sewed up, you know they sick of you
Wait a minute, hold up, we'll pick up, boo
Bad bitch attitude, she be doin' that
Baby on a night shift, I need two of that
She just turned twenty-two and she reckless
I just spent twenty-two on a necklace
Baby, call your best friend, tell 'em pull up
Ho brought the X in, we been booted up
I just let my ex in, I be screwin' up
Never learned my lesson, shit tooted up
Get money, nigga, Monday through Sunday
Drip on a bitch, turn Atlanta into a runway
I was down bad, I was gon' be up one day
Big racks, tell the p*ssy ho catch the Feng shui
She just wanna f*ck for a lil' somethin', yeah (Lil' somethin', yeah)
Bring your friends, we can start somethin', yeah (Start somethin', yeah)
Started from the mud, now them racks up, yeah (Racks up, yeah)
Pop one of these, you gon' act up, yeah (Act up, yeah)
She don't want love, she just want this life, yeah (Want this life, yeah)
So I gotta hit you, girl, it's only right, yeah (It's only right, yeah)
All my niggas tryna get some, yeah (Get some, yeah)
Gettin' M&M's then we split some, yeah (Hey)
Bitch, get your weight up (Ooh)
Fifty racks, just made before the day up (Ooh)
Just met the ho, now she wanna lay up (Lay)
Nah, bitch, you ain't lookin' like your profile
I ain't never met a bitch that got low mile (Ha), ayy
She let me f*ck and she f*cked on my buddies (f*cked on my buddies)
Hop on that 2K, just gamblin' with Cudi (Gamblin' with Cudi)
My money clean, but that Styrofoam muddy (Styrofoam)
Walkin' on Christian, the bottom is bloody (Bottom is)
Know how to count, but I never did study (Never did study)
Skinny lil' nigga, but my pockets chubby
I'm not your hubby, bitch, do you love me? (Bitch, do you love me?)
Diamonds on frigid, mama, I ran up them digits
Really, I feel I'm the sickest
f*ck on these bitches, they wanna f*ck on my riches
What I'm gon' do with these bitches?
She just wanna f*ck for a lil' somethin', yeah (Lil' somethin', yeah)
Bring your friends, we can start somethin', yeah (Start somethin', yeah)
Started from the mud, now them racks up, yeah (Racks up, yeah)
Pop one of these, you gon' act up, yeah (Act up, yeah)
She don't want love, she just want this life, yeah (Want this life, yeah)
So I gotta hit you, girl, it's only right, yeah (It's only right, yeah)
All my niggas tryna get some, yeah (Get some, yeah)
Gettin' M&M's then we split some, yeah (Hey)
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