Give It To Me (Radio Edit) Lyrics

They want it

I want it

Yeah Cubans and baguettes Invisible sets resting on the pecks

I want it

Uh Vodka on my breath

Pushing a Corvette

Russian roulette

I'm on it

Cop that business move

Make the trade in a business suit

I own it

Yeah I do what the bosses do

I bet that shit sound boss to you

Now don't it

Yeah private jets up at altitude I'm talking longitude latitude

I want it

Yeah nigga with a attitude Getting views like I'm fucking YouTube

I'm on it

Yeah damn shorty fine

And that ass mine

So just for tonight

I own it

Stroke her from behind

With the nine iron

Like the back nine

That feel better

Now don't it

I want it

(Give it to me)

That's right I want it

(Give it to me)

You want it

You want it

(Give me that sweet that funk that nasty that gushy stuff)

They want it

They want it

(Give it to me)

That's right they want it

(Give it to me)

We want it

We want it

(Give me that sweet that funk that nasty that gushy stuff)

I want it

Uh get to liquor sipping

Private reserve limited edition

I want it

Yeah ain't no games missing

No subtraction just edition

Pay attention

I'm on it

Yeah prep the track

With all the fixings

The lab like the kitchen

Keep the masters after mixing

I own it

They keep asking

How I am different

Homey everything I spit

Makes sense when you listen

Now don't it

Huh yeah reaching in the bag Popping that tag

Everything getting grabbed

I want it

Yeah huh reaching in the stash Sprinkle a little hash

On this back wood gas

I'm on it

Yeah shorty put 'em on the glass Her back side got my name

Tatted on the ass

I own it

Yeah shape like a hour glass

Her hip look like

It got a pocket full of cash

Now don't it

I want it

(Give it to me)

That's right I want it

(Give it to me)

You want it

You want it

(Give me that sweet that funk that nasty that gushy stuff)

They want it

They want it

(Give it to me)

That's right they want it

(Give it to me)

We want it

We want it

(Give me that sweet that funk that nasty that gushy stuff)

I want it

Yeah getting paid

Stacking that paper

From the cradle to the grave

I want it

Huh yeah sharper than a spade Little ace of spade

Got me wetter than a wave

I'm on it

They debt older than they grays Sign my own checks

No minimum wage

I own it

Yeah sloppy top getting praise when her throat relax

It get deeper than a cave

Now don't it

Yeah hot summer days

Spent with models

Off the swimsuit page

I want it

Yeah clean shave and my shades Shot of yak

Hit the blunt

Headed to the stage

I'm on it

Yeah got bars like a cage

Release primal rage

King Kong in the city

I own it

Yeah if shorty a little tipsy

It make more sense

To press against me

Than resist me

Now don't it

I want it

(Give it to me)

That's right I want it

(Give it to me)

You want it

You want it

(Give me that sweet that funk that nasty that gushy stuff)

They want it

They want it

(Give it to me)

That's right they want it

(Give it to me)

We want it

We want it

(Give me that sweet that funk that nasty that gushy stuff)