Ray J - ATM lyrics

[Verse 1 – Ray J] See it in your eyes when you’re looking at me Godamn, Imma burn a hole [?] minute, love your [?] You ain’t ready for this beast [?] [?] with a little Cognaac, a little something in my swisher sweet [Bridge – Ray J] I don’t understand why I feel this way Got me feeling like I’m in outer space Swear I always been the type in the club that’ll hold sh** down Caught up in the matrix, so far gone, don’t wake me now [Hook - Dria] Don’t keep me waiting, I’m anticipating Come meet me baby, in this dream You and me I be the [?], come home when you need me Got my arms wide open, I mean my legs wide open with me Got my legs open like an ATM Got my legs open like an ATM Hundreds in a bank roll, got me open 24 [?] got me kinda throwed, kinda throwed, kinda throwed [Verse 2 - Quavo] Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up Like Michael Jackson, bout to beat it up Got her legs open like an ATM, so I told her cash out on this spatula You the baddest b**h in the club, right? So I hit her with a left like fight night In the club tight, diamonds shine on bright Looking like I work at [?] I’m the king, baby call me Elvis Can a n***a see below your pelvis? I didn’t come alone, I came with the felons She want to take it to the next level, I’m a trend setter Baby living better, she want to see if I got real cheddar My pockets so fat, look like nutty professor The blue Benji’s make her feel better [Hook] [Verse 3 - Ray J] Damn she wetter than a tsunami Sweating like a motherf**er, hotter than a goddamn [?] She’s a rider like a [?] If you want to come and get it, spit it I’ll eat you like an edamame [Bridge] [Verse 4 – Takeoff] Takeoff a young rich n***a Christian Louboutin sweater Gold toed, these are Maison Margielas Pockets sloppy, [?] change the weather Slippery whip out, I’m Cinderella I can make it rain in any weather I look like Frank Lucas in the chinchillas Pull up in the Bentley, you n***as weak I’m a veteran, you just a beginner [Verse 5 – Offset] Offset! She wet like Pacific, her head is terrific Lil mama, she gifted She s** on the dick, baby girl do not kiss it Eat it up, eat it up, like I am jiffy [?] independent, she been f**ing with me from the very beginning Church girl, when she with me she sinning I’m granting her wish, she calling me a genie Got my finger on her panty line Lil mama bad, you should see her mom She looking s**y when she chew on gum Come with Offset, baby have some fun 3 2 1, lil mama she the bomb! In her Birkin bag, she keep my gun b**h is s**ing and she number one She Brazilian, not American (Foreign!) [Hook]