My Love (Remix) [feat. Jimmy Jones] [Explicit]

Uh

For lovin' me, girl

Just wanna thank you

We gon' take it one more time

Look what you can do, man

Uh, oh, oh

I like this shit right here man

Girl, come on

Yeah

Let's do it like this

Santana's so focused on you

Come holla at a boy that's focused on you

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Shorty, I ain't tryna give you the runaround (Nope)

I'm just tryna come get you a run around

Skip through a couple towns

Maybe skip through a couple rounds

If your man act dumb, I'ma shut him down

I'm sort of a long distance brother

Long trips, long chips

Long dick and rubbers

Come roll with a pimp or gangsta

Hustler by nature

Trust that I'll take ya

Uh, and you know what?

I'll show you the rules and parameters

Show you how to move with the Uz', how to handle it

Show you how the coke move soon as we scramble it

On the block soon as the moon hit, we scramblin'

And you could be my down ass

Yeah baby, that's for sure

I'ma show you how to package raw

How to strap it on

How to take trips with the package on

How to go and come back with the package gone

Just stacks of cash we on

Come on mama, oh

Now y'all **** better cuff ya girls

'Cause Santana and Jones runnin' up the girls

(Yeah, yeah)

No game, just fuck your girls, uh (Yeah)

Pollute her mind and corrupt her world

Yeah, give her pounds

Give her pies, give her cakes

Hit a town, hit a city, hit a state

Every club, every party, we fly

Baggin' bitches and we partyin' high

Yeah, please believe me, Jimmy Jizzy's the truth (Yup)

Everywhere I go, to these breezies I'm cute (Yup)

Man, they tell me that I overdoes it

And I need to slow up, I'm over thuggin' (So what?)

But them hoes just love me (Yup)

In the open public (Uh)

How I smoke like, fuck it

I just roll and puff it

Now they roll up, fuck it

Take two totes and love it (That coke)

Yeah, yeah

Plus my bitches swear (What?)

I'm like Richard Gere (Yeah)

When I'm in my coupe

Movin' fast, switchin' gears (Slow up)

Tell 'em, "Listen here"

Get it crystal clear

Stay crispy to the fit and every kick I wear

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, she was feelin' my gangsta (Gangsta)

Summer time Air Ones, jeans and my tank top (Fresh)

I'm on the scene with the dice like bank stop

Gettin' money, man

Yeah, uh

Baby girl, I'm a player with a passport

Movin' fast, hunnid grand on the black Porsche (Big money)

Please love, get your feet up off my dashboard (Respect)

This is cash bought

We on a crash course

Now y'all **** better cuff your girls

'Cause Santana and Jones runnin' up the girls

(Yeah, yeah)

No game, just fuck your girls, uh (Yeah)

Pollute her mind and corrupt her world

Yeah, give her pounds

Give her pies, give her cakes

Hit a town, hit a city, hit a state

Every club, every party, we fly

Baggin' bitches and we partyin' high

Yeah