Church & AP
Aston Martin
She was like
Hey
Where you going?
Ain't you gonna ask me to dance or something?
Ooh na na
Don't leave the function
Unless I'm shotgun in ya Aston Martin
Ooh na na
Hey
Where you going?
Ain't you gonna ask me to dance or something?
Ooh na na
Don't leave the function
Unless I'm shotgun in ya Aston Martin
Hey mama
I can make ya woes go tada
I know you like the Prada
The new Balenciagas
I can put some money in the bank
Like baka
And you can come and care for me
Like saba
Money is the root of all
E-V-I-L
Letras de cancionesI'm chillin like a villan
With my wrist all iced out
The cool kids I knew wanna act all nice now
But I need the loot
Not friends
Not right now
Shut up
Hey
Where you going?
Ain't you gonna ask me to dance or something?
Ooh na na
Don't leave the function
Unless I'm shotgun in ya Aston Martin
Ooh na na
Hey
Where you going?
Ain't you gonna ask me to dance or something?
Ooh na na
Don't leave the function
Unless I'm shotgun in ya Aston Martin
Bad B knocking on my window
Maybe she'll ride
Ooh la la la
Baby lets head down central
Might let you hit that
La la la la la la
Bad B knocking on my window
Maybe she'll ride
Ooh la la la
Baby lets head down central
Might let you hit that
La la la la la la
And I'm like stay
Don't bounce
Just come to my place
The sound of my voice get
Played everywhere
Any place on the sphere
Get the wave in the air
Like see ya
Man we like Frazier
Heavyweight class
On point like laser
You can't hate us
Can you smell the new fragrance?
It be edmunds
Jus' bop to the cadence
When they hear us go cray
Funny how little old me became the OG
Older like Obi Wan Kenobi
Teaching these Padawans
I wrote it in hieroglyphics
Got blood that's crippin
Got dogs like Clifford
Woof woof woof woof
I'm banging out sound systems
Two door no roof
She wanna know how I'm livin'
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Flex like rich homie
She try get on me
He get sensitive
"That's my chick homie"
Hey
Where you going?
Ain't you gonna ask me to dance or something?
Ooh na na
Don't leave the function
Unless I'm shotgun in ya Aston Martin
Ooh na na
Hey
Where you going?
Ain't you gonna ask me to dance or something?
Ooh na na
Don't leave the function
Unless I'm shotgun in ya Aston Martin
Bad B knocking on my window
Maybe she'll ride
Ooh la la la
Baby lets head down central
Might let you hit that
La la la la la la
Bad B knocking on my window
Maybe she'll ride
Ooh la la la
Baby lets head down central
Might let you hit that
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La la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
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