Jordan Grant - On The Radio lyrics

[Hook: Jordan Grant] Shawty like, “I think that I know you” I be like, “Yeah my sh**'s on the radio” Shawty like, “Oh damn can I love you?” “I got a girl, but you fine so maybe though” Sipping Ace of Spades and Patron I'mma take one these tings home Shawty like, “I think that I know you” I be like, “Yeah my sh**'s on the radio” Radio - come get at me though On the radio - come get at me though [Verse 1: Jordan Grant] Hold on baby girl why you staring at me? And why your homegirl's demon a** glaring at me? Is it cause you finna to cut it in my Rari? Ditch your girl and leave her sorry a** sorry All the fame and the fortune yeah I got'ee You was right if you thought I like the thotties Then I'm finna hit it raw like Maury, huh Then I'm speeding off in my Ducati Belt game proper, neck game icy Belt come off and the neck game nice b When I was you I wanna be just like me Now I'm me and I wanna be just like me Cats never run up, they just dislike me Only take a couple carats for a hoe to like me Only one night, we only do one night b You salty, cause your ex-wife is my wifey [Bridge: Jordan Grant] Radio, radio They finna holla cause they heard me on the radio Radio, radio Put it down for the kid but don't play me though [Hook: Jordan Grant] Shawty like, “I think that I know you” I be like, “Yeah my sh**'s on the radio” Shawty like, “Oh damn can I love you?” “I got a girl, but you fine so maybe though” Sipping Ace of Spades and Patron I'mma take one these tings home Shawty like, “I think that I know you” I be like, “Yeah my sh**'s on the radio” Radio - come get at me though On the radio - come get at me though [Verse 2: Jordan Grant] Leaving n***as extinct, like a dodo, spent racks on all this Polo Who needs a f**ing team when n***a I'm this fly riding solo Got that vintage swag, Atari, you bored well n***a Sorry! Cause this ain't a game, I'll put your girl on a plane and take her way down to the Far East Rule number one never lose money, gold diggers don't f** with me Cause I'm JG - Jordan Grant, pulling bad b**hes since the age of three Since '99, you a 99, cause a real n***a keep it one hundred 200 bands on that Lambo cause a Benz don't really cut it Sace I'm like Zayto, you Payless and have fake clothes Catch my girl in that pink dress, that a** drop that's Sweet'n Low I'm really convinced I'm a star, stunting on kids in my day clothes I really don't know who you are, I really don't know who you are ha! [Outro: Jordan Grant] Shawty like, “I think that I know you” Shawty like, “I think that I know you” Shawty like, “Oh damn can I love you?” Shawty like, “Oh damn can I love you?”