I gotta keep it super real with ya, shawty
I gotta keep it real real with ya
Yeah you can be his forever baby, but tonight you mine
I pay you in cash baby, he just pay you mind
Tell me you love me baby, and tell me it's mine
It's time and it's money, and money is time

Took my talents out to south beach
Now my pockets looking so deep
I’m on biscayne baby, I’m on biscayne baby.
Out in miami, still getting faded
Shouts to the posse, we just so young and belated
I swear, I'm out here winning
Out here getting it
That's just the specifics baby, we get it, we get it
Just let your pussy talk. Don't let this feeling fade
Girl cut them bitches off they ain't got shit to say

Cause, you the baddest in the game right now
You can have the whole thang if you came right now
Quit fucking with them lames right now
I could put you on some game right now
(Yeah, yeah)
Okay you got it. Okay you got it
Champagne on that ass
Just keep it poppin' keep it poppin'
Cause you south beach soaking for the sauga city kid
Baby, I'm riding around and getting it

Swear I'm riding around, and they sweating it
Cause I know, I got you for sure
Yeah, couple shots of patron have us right in the zone
Baby, yeah
That's just the specifics baby, we get it, we get it
Just let your pussy talk. Don't let this feeling fade
Girl cut them bitches off. They ain't got shit to say

I'm in a room full of dancers.
All of us cancers.
One looks like rita, the other rihanna.
Baby, ooooh.
I'm in a room full of dancers.
All of us cancers.
One clears the cash while, the other one dances
(So I say)
(Go let them bitches talk. Don't let this feeling fade.)