Hey, ain't you supposed to help me try these on
You need help to put those on
Yeah
I ain't trying to get in your business or nothing, but can I ask you a question
What
How much money you make working here
I make enough
Enough to do what
They couldn't pay me enough to smell motherf*ckers' feet all day
That's right
You could be making a lot more money than what you making up in here if you would just
Use what you got to get what you want and stop messing with this chump change
And what's that supposed to mean
Just what it sound like
Be stupid, girl
Use what God gave you
What y'all, some prostitutes
Hell no
We dancers
Dancers
Where y'all dance at
The Players Club
The Players Club
Y'all a drop in history
Y'all a drop in history
Y'all a drop in history
Love, tell me your limits, we gon' break em, let's get straight into it
Bet you the hottest in the city, got me writing music
Cute with that ass, How ima pass , they must think that I'm stupid
Mont go beat that pussy up, then get the f*ck like he ain't knew ya
Thats what they tell her, I reply, this what I had to do em
Why try to chase ya ? I need paper you gon' help this movement
Me and ya boy been talking m's , don't matter if we juggin
You and them lil' jeans , let me between, watch how a nigga prove it
I'm rolling za tryna stay focused, love the dance you doing
Hypnotizing, got behind her, now we slowly grooving
Hit the hotel went up them stairs, undressed ha lick the coochie
I ate them xans, she threw it back, you know we shot a movie
492 Mont - JEANS Lyrics
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Hey, ain't you supposed to help me try these on
You need help to put those on
Yeah
I ain't trying to get in your business or nothing, but can I ask you a question
What
How much money you make working here
I make enough
Enough to do what
They couldn't pay me enough to smell motherf*ckers' feet all day
That's right
You could be making a lot more money than what you making up in here if you would just
Use what you got to get what you want and stop messing with this chump change
And what's that supposed to mean
Just what it sound like
Be stupid, girl
Use what God gave you
What y'all, some prostitutes
Hell no
We dancers
Dancers
Where y'all dance at
The Players Club
The Players Club
Y'all a drop in history
Y'all a drop in history
Y'all a drop in history
Love, tell me your limits, we gon' break em, let's get straight into it
Bet you the hottest in the city, got me writing music
Cute with that ass, How ima pass , they must think that I'm stupid
Mont go beat that pussy up, then get the f*ck like he ain't knew ya
Thats what they tell her, I reply, this what I had to do em
Why try to chase ya ? I need paper you gon' help this movement
Me and ya boy been talking m's , don't matter if we juggin
You and them lil' jeans , let me between, watch how a nigga prove it
I'm rolling za tryna stay focused, love the dance you doing
Hypnotizing, got behind her, now we slowly grooving
Hit the hotel went up them stairs, undressed ha lick the coochie
I ate them xans, she threw it back, you know we shot a movie
You need help to put those on
Yeah
I ain't trying to get in your business or nothing, but can I ask you a question
What
How much money you make working here
I make enough
Enough to do what
They couldn't pay me enough to smell motherf*ckers' feet all day
That's right
You could be making a lot more money than what you making up in here if you would just
Use what you got to get what you want and stop messing with this chump change
And what's that supposed to mean
Just what it sound like
Be stupid, girl
Use what God gave you
What y'all, some prostitutes
Hell no
We dancers
Dancers
Where y'all dance at
The Players Club
The Players Club
Y'all a drop in history
Y'all a drop in history
Y'all a drop in history
Love, tell me your limits, we gon' break em, let's get straight into it
Bet you the hottest in the city, got me writing music
Cute with that ass, How ima pass , they must think that I'm stupid
Mont go beat that pussy up, then get the f*ck like he ain't knew ya
Thats what they tell her, I reply, this what I had to do em
Why try to chase ya ? I need paper you gon' help this movement
Me and ya boy been talking m's , don't matter if we juggin
You and them lil' jeans , let me between, watch how a nigga prove it
I'm rolling za tryna stay focused, love the dance you doing
Hypnotizing, got behind her, now we slowly grooving
Hit the hotel went up them stairs, undressed ha lick the coochie
I ate them xans, she threw it back, you know we shot a movie
Writer: 492 Mont
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