Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tetris , by - Derek King. Release date: 03.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tetris |
| All this ice make my neck hit |
| Too much money in my hand, lookin' like a nigga flexin' |
| All this cash on the floor, I can’t even see my section |
| So baby, come sit that booty, make it fit like it’s Tetris |
| Baby, I know you get the message |
| So quit playin' with a youngin like |
| Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah |
| 'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up |
| 'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up |
| 'Bout that bag, she gon' run it like |
| Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah |
| 'Bout that cash, she don’t fall in love |
| 'Bout that cash, she don’t fall in love |
| 'Bout that cash, she don’t fall in love |
| Ass like what? |
| Fuck it up |
| You like Patrón mixed with Henny in your cup, ayy |
| You said workin' 9 to 5 not enough, ayy |
| So you 'tend 'til 2 AM in the club |
| Cash like what? |
| Fuck it up |
| All the ones on the floor mixed with dubs |
| You say you lookin' for a baller, not a scrub |
| Whoever throw the most money showin' love |
| So let a young nigga come and handle it |
| Booty so big, can’t keep my hands off it |
| Up and down the pole, got me fantasy |
| In the back of the coupe, let me play with it |
| All up on the stage when you start with your top |
| Girl, I ain’t leavin' 'til them panties drop |
| All this money everywhere got you thinkin' a lot |
| 'Cause you livin' la vida loca |
| All this ice make my neck hit |
| Too much money in my hand, lookin' like a nigga flexin' |
| All this cash on the floor, I can’t even see my section |
| So baby, come sit that booty, make it fit like it’s Tetris |
| Baby, I know you get the message |
| So quit playin' with a youngin like |
| Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah |
| 'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up |
| 'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up |
| 'Bout that bag, she gon' run it like |
| Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah |
| 'Bout that cash, she don’t fall in love |
| 'Bout that cash, she don’t fall in love |
| 'Bout that cash, she don’t fall in love |
| Uh, hope this money all enough on you |
| Instead of throwin' ones, I throw these dubs on you |
| All these niggas in the club wanna love on you |
| Only cash on your ass when they touch on you |
| Blow a bag, pop a bottle, then we on our way |
| All this drank on me I ain’t tryna waste |
| You wanna leave with a nigga, I see it in your face |
| Quit playin' with a nigga, come and run a play |
| Let a young nigga come and handle it |
| Booty so big, can’t keep my hands off it |
| Up and down the pole, got me fantasy |
| In the back of the coupe, let me play with it |
| All up on the stage when you start with your top |
| Girl, I ain’t leavin' 'til them panties drop |
| All this money everywhere got you thinkin' a lot |
| 'Cause you livin' la vida loca |
| All this ice make my neck hit |
| Too much money in my hand, lookin' like a nigga flexin' |
| All this cash on the floor, I can’t even see my section |
| So baby, come sit that booty, make it fit like it’s Tetris |
| Baby, I know you get the message |
| So quit playin' with a youngin like |
| Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah |
| 'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up |
| 'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up |
| 'Bout that bag, she gon' run it like |
| Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah |
| 'Bout that cash, she don’t fall in love |
| 'Bout that cash, she don’t fall in love |
| 'Bout that cash, she don’t fall in love |