Stand on That feat. Jeremih
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Look, like Whitney and Bobby, we pull up, lifted
Stumble right out the truck
Let me hit my blunt 'fore I grip it
Make our way to the section
Don't even know how we did it (I don't know)
Something about this feeling, I'm thrilling
I can admit it; you're different
Your body making me thirsty, I'm tryna sip it, uh
Just for your satisfaction, I'm scratching
Feel like I'm itching, just listen
Let's overdo it, a newborn when they get christened
Got me in and out the district for diamonds
I got you glistened
Pay attention, that's something I do when it comes to you
Don't care, for him and her, I just ask if they come in blue
Stay true, the only thing that I knew when I thought about it
Like the flu, shit
That's probably how sick I would be without you
Me and you got a vibe like the magazine in the '90s, uh
Put on Usher, you remind me
Won't never be hard to find me
If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me?
If I didn't smell like this money
Would you still hug me?
If I was ugly, would you tell your friends you tried to fuck me?
If I was dusty on the block
Would you be tryna touch me?
You know I got the kinda style to make your momma love me
Not a champagne flowing
Send an album around the bubbly (I got you)
Champagne on my wrist, but you look good, plain jane on 'em
Know you tired of fuckin' with the same old thang
You got me like "I got you" then just stand on me
You trippin' off that time and that I can't get back (back)
But I like it how you ride it when no-ah-est
The money follow you, you do your dance
Bling-bling surround my fingers through your hair
Just talk to me, remind me that you care
Might admit it, get weird without
Tryna get your rest but it feels funny
In that bed without me
I know all your spots and how to hold you
I basically molded you, know I'm on go for you, spoke to you
Ain't no way you doubt me, a different energy came about me
I'm blaming you, reservations
Ask me how many, I told 'em make it two
Champagne on my wrist but you look good, plain jane on 'em
Talk to 'em, always remind 'em, you never change on 'em
Champagne on my wrist, but you look good, plain jane on 'em
Know you tired of fuckin' with the same old thang
You got me like "I got you" then just stand on me
You trippin' off that time and that I can't get back (back)
But I like it how you ride it when no-ah-est
The money follow you, you do your dance
Bling-bling surround my fingers through your hair
Just talk to me, remind me that you care