JG Trigga - Tapout (Remix) lyrics

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JG Trigga - Tapout (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: JG Trigga] We going in this Young Money track right here! Chea! [Verse 1: Verse Simmonds] All around this room, baby me and you (Let's go, ha!) I don't wanna let you down That's the perfect view, looking at you I just wanna love you down You got that million dollar, that million dollar, turn up I got that cranberry and juice in my cup, what's up And I've been looking for somebody I can spend this money on Make a tapout (Then do it) Wait, hold up, party just beginning And I know that we ain't married But this don't feel like sinning, ah This one is for you, perfect crazy, s**y, cool Work it, all I want is you, eat that p**y till it's cool Tight like blue, just us 2, girl let's get stuck together There's a storm in this house, but outside it's perfect weather Break the arm of the couch, cause we f**ing like we mean it Let's have alien s**, I'm from Mars, you from Venus [Hook: Future] She got that million dollar Million dollar oow, oow She got that million dollar Million dollar oow, oow And all I want to do is touch it (oow, oow) Make her tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout And I'm gon' make her tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout [Verse 2: JG Trigga] Pumps on the clutch, boots on the dutch Navigation, finding ways to my hut We stacking millions and millions, every buck We gon' acting like we don't give a f--- Tapout tapout, you nailed, got hammered Droppin em like jeans that wore by MC Hammer Shutter words, messin' up grammars Paris in Paris, french kissers go hammers Black Rolex watch, million dollar spending Not in stores yea, don't be doing endings Money change in game, like it's a range Door sh** in the club, b**h rep the gang [Hook: Future] She got that million dollar (Rich Gang) Million dollar oow, oow (Rich Girl) She got that million dollar (Sexy Slim, I see you, Paradise home, yea) Million dollar oow, oow (Flossing while you're shining. Jumping out of Bugattis) And all I want to do is touch it (oow, oow) Make her tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout (f** the money game up) And I'm gon' make her tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout (Why? I don't know Sweet D! Love you babygirl) [Outro: Detail] I'm in love with your Egyptian skin And your talk about religion I'm in prison with the p**y And I'm ballin' no cushion