Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Collaborating with Rihanna, artist - Cosmo Jarvis.
Date of issue: 09.06.2013
Song language: English
Collaborating with Rihanna |
Let me in your club let me |
Rub shoulders with the ones you call your own |
Let me call this game home |
I’ll kill you if you say no. |
I could cut my hair low |
Or grow it like an afro |
I could do some collaborations |
I could snort blow |
From the cleavage of a fine 'ho, |
But if she ugly; |
no. |
I cant have the rest of the girls in the world in my video |
'Cos that would make me look bad |
How should I word it? |
You see we must be perfect if we gonna be |
Inserted in the worlds ass |
'Cos the perfect are the envy |
Of the many who just 'aint that. |
I could even moisturize |
Go to the club, look in some girls eyes |
Sing about how I’m hypnotized |
In a month i’ll be richer than all you guys |
So please just let me in |
I wanna be your friend |
I wanna sing about |
Whatever made it last weekend |
I wanna steal some melodies |
From someones previous release |
When it came out you were babies |
You mother fuckers think its me! |
Well my music’s pretty blah blah |
Yeah thats right i’m no Madonna |
So if i’m gonna make some dolla |
I got to sing it with Rihanna |
Well my music’s pretty blah blah |
Yeah thats right i’m no Madonna |
The only way I make my dolla is |
Maybe I could say that im a heartbreaker |
And i make the girls sweet and I make the girls wet |
In the club, I is the best you get |
You bitches are shrimp in my net |
That kinda attitude’ll get me laid |
And get me paid and get me in the music trade |
And get me played until you hate it |
I’ll lay it down for you, thats if you’ll let me |
Accept these pleas to let me in your industry |
I’ll sing about my ex and me |
And how she tore my heart to pieces |
I’ll write a fucking thesis |
'Bout how my love increases |
If that what gonna get me rich |
Baby, i’ll suck dog dick if you want it |
Not only will I do it but i’ll also auto-tune it |
So all you fucking school kids go out and buy my music |
And the cash will fill the room and it will buy away my gloom |
That kinda shit wont come soon |
'Aint gonna let this wait consume |
My need to make my lyrics bloom |
Gotta steal a catchy tune |
Gotta sell it on to you and two by two they buy buy buy |
My pile of cash is getting high mother fuckers! |
Well my music’s pretty blah blah |
Yeah that’s right i’m no Madonna |
So if i’m gonna make some dolla |
I got to sing it with Rihanna |
Well my music’s pretty blah blah |
yeah thats right i’m no Madonna |
The only way I make my dolla is |
I cant wait 'till im so rich |
that every bitch be sucking my dick |
and whenever the cash flow gets too low |
i’ll call my team and say |
Hey, lets go, go, go mother fuckers lets write a single! |
they’ll be working, I will mingle |
with all the A list, B list, C list |
See this? |
It says V.I.P |
wish you was on it? |
Want it? |
well. |
I’ll tell you how; |
you got to sell! |
Stick with the right crowd |
don’t matter what you all about |
Pout, even if you got a dick |
and if you wrote a song you think’s a hit |
then sing it with someone who’s made it |
sing about some love |
or how you and your girl broke up |
or how badly your heart is cut |
or how you like a birthday fuck |
talk about how much you love her |
recall how you met each other |
then next week you’ll sing another |
Go fuck your mother! |