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Remember That
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(Yuh hear mi now, Mitch Mula?)
Body, for sure
(Drop dat bomboclaat)
She's a hot ting, for sure
Told her, "I'm always here for you, baby, just ring the door" (oh-oh)
Ring the alarm, girl, you hot
And you don't ever need a nigga, girl, remember that
Remember that, remember that one time we spent out in Bora Bora
I need more of your body, let me explore ya (oh-oh)
Many man gon' adore you, but none of them niggas for ya, yeah, yeah (yeah-yeah)
She said that you puttin' on for the RJAEJ's
You gon' make me throw a dub in this party (party)
Type of love, fuck it up, give me heartaches (heartaches)
(Type of love, fuck it up, give me heart)
Give me all of you
The only time that I want you to turn around is when a real nigga callin' you (oh, call)
Or if I'm tryna see that ass, yeah
Baby, that's your only pass, yeah
I been goin' hard this past year, yeah (yeah)
Said she want a new bag, yeah (yeah)
You don't even got to ask, yeah (yeah)
But, if you want it, baby, move ass, yeah (ooh)
Tell them hatin' bitches, "Move back", yeah (oh)
Sometimes, it's okay to do that, yeah (oh)
And you been doin' your dance for an hour now
So I'm about to make it rain, money shower, now (money shower, now)
She's a hot ting, for sure
Told her, "I'm always here for you, baby, just ring the door" (oh-oh)
Ring the alarm, girl, you hot
And you don't ever need a nigga, girl, remember that (remember that)
Just remember that (remember that)
Just remember that (remember that)
Just remember that
And you don't ever need a nigga, just remember that
(She's a baddie, for sure)
She want Channely and Tiffany, I want new Dior
And she could never get rid of me, I'm like glued to her
And I can never get tired of money, I love it this much
You think I'm always up to something, baby
You'll risk it all if you love me how I love you, baby
They'll drop the ball tryna run up, caught a fumble, baby
Three hundred K a car, that's why I cannot do Mercedes
She's a (she's a) baddie, for sure (oh)
A hundred K to wear Fashion Nova, she got it all
I told her, "Let's try this again," you know I want you, baby
And you act celibate, like you don't give no fucks at all
(Just come work for me)
Just love me for who I am, and not no fuckin' money
I open up to all my sins and only God can judge me
I gave a Rollie to my friend, and he ain't do nothin' for me
Only did it to show you love, Donny
If I learned from my mistakes, then I can't be mistaken
Cash on my waist because it's G like it ain't got no safety
They don't even know what loyal means, they talk a different language (huh?)
Look what I started, homie
It's only me versus myself, and only artist know me
Baby, you can get in my whip, but, don't get car-sick on me
Used to be broke, and now we rich, we rockin' matchin' Rollies (huh)
I'm not actin', baby
When it comes to money, I'm infatuated
And, you know most of the time good girls go savage, ain't it?
And I'm from the streets, no cap, I graduated
She's a hot ting for sure
Told her, "I'm always here for you, baby, just ring the door" (oh-oh)
Ring the alarm, girl, you hot
And you don't ever need a nigga, girl, remember that (remember that)
Just remember that (remember that)
Just remember that (remember that)
Just remember that
And you don't ever need a nigga, just remember that
And you don't ever need a nigga, girl, remember that
And you don't ever need a nigga, girl, remember that
And you don't ever need a nigga, girl, remember that
And you don't ever need a nigga, girl, remember that
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