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Jazz Cartier/Ye Alihuatong
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Oh no, no, no, no

Yeah

Some people wanna be

No, no, no

Yeah

You know it′s all entertainment (yup)

Some people wanna be famous

I just keep it low, and stack this paper (I count it up)

And roll blunts with my baby

Yeah

Ring, ring, ring, ring (hit me up)

Baby, I could be your private thang (brrp, brrp)

Show you things you ain't never seen (never seen)

We can keep it ′tween you and me

Ring, ring, ring, ring

(You know me and Ali go way back

Yeah, you know what I'm saying? That's my brother for life)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ring, ring, ring, ring

(All the ladies will love this one)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah

Girl, will you be my Beyonce?

I′m 2 On in this party

I might call up Tinashe

I need Kendall and Kylie

Kendall and Kylie

Next time I head back to Cali

Let′s work it out like pilates

Know what, I wanna call you out

I just wanna take you down

Smoking sheesh out by the beach

That's when I burn you out

And I′ve been so low-low-low

All my dolo-lo-lo's

He hit you up, he like "it′s Jazz"

Then you like "no, no, no, no"

I got hunnid dollar bills for all my girls in Atlanta

I know niggas in the trap who always move with the hammer

You won't catch him on his snap, they don′t pose for no camera

I fly you out, like every August, cuz you love Carabana

Oh yeah, oh yeah

I hear the ring on my phone

I hit it one time, put it down, now she won't leave me alone

I've been working overtime, baby, I need me a clone

But I′m the prince of my city, I just need me a throne

Cuzzi

You know it′s all entertainment (yup)

Some people wanna be famous

I just keep it low, and stack this paper (I count it up)

And roll blunts with my baby

Yeah

Ring, ring, ring, ring (hit me up)

Baby, I could be your private thang (brrp, brrp)

Show you things you ain't never seen (never seen)

We can keep it ′tween you and me

Ring, ring, ring, ring

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ring, ring, ring, ring

Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah

I got a job for you, cuz you work where?

When I hit your phone, don't go to voicemail

Girl I′m in the six, I'm with my n***a Jazz

He got a couple tings, and they bad

Baby I just wanna see you naked

Come to the hotel room, you know my reputation

I don′t really drink a lot, but you get faded

Ride on my pony, genuine, I'm so anxious

Ride with me, ride with me

I need a girl to shine with me, shine with me

Girl, please don't waste my time, baby, my time, baby

Got a show in Vietnam, baby, they calling me

Then I got a trip to France, baby, a trip to France

I don′t ever see my friends, baby, don′t get the chance

I'm in Tokyo right now but, I′m back to Cali

I gotta Facetime with you, girl, you are my balance, yeah

You are my balance, you are my balance

I couldn't f*ck you in a mansion, girl, you are a challenge

That′s why I got you right here, laying on my couch when I'm writing these raps

While you lay on my mattress, and fix me a sandwich, I wanna tell all of my friends

That you are the best, and that′s how I got you

You know it's all entertainment (yup)

Some people wanna be famous

I just keep it low, and stack this paper (I count it up)

And roll blunts with my baby

Yeah

Ring, ring, ring, ring (hit me up)

Baby, I could be your private thang (brrp, brrp)

Show you things you ain't never seen (never seen)

We can keep it ′tween you and me

Ring, ring, ring, ring

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ring, ring, ring, ring

Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah

المزيد من Jazz Cartier/Ye Ali

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