The Midi Mafia - Sing For Me Lyrics

Ricky Ross
Elijah Blake, ha
It's Big Money Business right here

She took a gamble with your boy
Now it's tailor-made, Tory Burches, the awards
Staying out late copping steaks with your boy
First class, duffel bags, count cake with your boy
All I did was sport a new Mercedes with a spoiler
Took her from the hood, we jetted to Bora Bora
Swimming in salt water, spent a mill before the chorus
Ballin' out bitch, why my net worth enormous
Tats on my chest, dead homies on my back
Run that hotel, pink house full of reps
Swag, two stacks for the belly boost
Name still ringing up and down these avenues

Good girls like to go right for you
You ask me where my heart at
You should already know, oh boy
Your girlfriend don't last till you everything first class
That's just what I be on, oh

Flashing lights, all in my eyes
You're in my ear like the sweetest melody
So girl sing for me, girl sing for me

I tell her sing for me,
She just wanna sing for me
She ain't 'bout them love songs,
She want that real talk
Sing for me, she just want to sing for me
All up in my air, my air, my air
Keep it right there, right there, right there
Oh wow

When you leave coming right back
Tell you, he coming right back
Tell it like salt in your water, oh
Independent making RX,
God forbid if I need girl you got that
That's what love is for, oh

Flashing lights, all in my eyes
You're in my ear like the sweetest melody
So girl sing for me, girl sing for me

I tell her sing for me,
She just wanna sing for me
She ain't 'bout them love songs,
She want that real talk
Sing for me, she just want to sing for me
All up in my air, my air, my air
Keep it right there, right there, right there
Oh wow

You know your boy off Ciroc
Throwing toys off the yacht
And your boy spit classic like beans throw up rock
And she f*ck with the (boy) 'cause I have her like
I got the Frank Muller, Rolexes
F*ck around Constantine in my old Lexus
Hugh blows in that AP, no Peterson
You ragging and we AD, no weed again
So we going to see my SA home
Take a hit and feel like Cam'ron oh
And I got it from Luigi, that's my
His kush have you like
Now we back on the Westside, highway S5
Purple clouds, I can see Aaliyah and Left Eye
And my Benz trunk be like it's Best Buy

I tell her sing for me,
She just wanna sing for me
She ain't 'bout them love songs,
She want that real talk
Sing for me, she just want to sing for me (You might get it baby)
All up in my air, my air, my air
Keep it right there, right there, right there
Oh wow