| You throwin' it back, back, back, back on me
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| And I’m throwin' stacks, stacks, stacks, stacks on it
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| Look at all this bread you got
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| Is you out of debt or nah?
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| I’m sure this’ll help, you by yourself is all that I want
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| I know you could tell but it’s only 12
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| And it’s killin' me 'cause I know your shift don’t end for another three
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| And my eyes can’t stop watchin' you stare at me
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| You know when I throw it up
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| I want you to throw it down
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| Go slow when you pick it up
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| And real low when you drop it down
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| I got that money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, babe
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| Come take it from me, from me, from me, from me, from me, from me, from me,
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| from me, babe
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| I got that money, come and take it from me
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| Girl, I know you want it, you can come catch a few stacks with a body like that
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| And I ain’t even bein' a lie
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| I want what’s in between your thighs
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| I heard you like it supersize, and girl
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| All I really need is three minutes, three minutes
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| I swear all I really need is three minutes, three minutes
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| Things I’d do to you if we had privacy
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| One hundred eighty seconds
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| Within the first twenty, bet Young Chachi have you naked
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| Few niggas licked on that clit, but I’m 'bout to disrespect it
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| What? |
| La-la, la-la-la
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| Your boyfriend textin' you, it’s soundin' like blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,
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| blah, blah
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| Fuck him, real you is with
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| Ass out but I ain’t givin' a shit
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| Product from nothin', I made it to rich
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| But they can’t stay rich, can’t be trustin' these bitches, oh no
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| But somethin' seem different about you
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| Pussy, can’t can’t leave that alone though
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| Depends will I get him up off you?
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| The molly go deep as the ozone
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| Can you imagine if we had the club to ourselves?
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| I’d be tippin' all night long
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| I’d provide the pole for sure
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| And we would need more than a single song, a song
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| Three minutes
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| You could do a lot in three minutes
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| I swear all I really need is three minutes, three minutes
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| You gotta go hard, must I remind you
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| I got money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, babe
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| Come take it from me, from me, from me, from me, from me, from me, from me,
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| from me, babe
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| I got that money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, babe
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| I got it all, the things I’d do to you if we had privacy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Privacy , by - Eric Bellinger. Song from the album The Rebirth 2, in the genre Соул