Like I Do - Ty Dolla $ign, Yo Gotti, French Montana

Like I do

Ty Dolla $ign

I be so high I can’t think straight

Fuck ten times went on no dates

She asked me for some money, shoulda seen my face

Fuck her at the hotel, not my place

Till she go to sleep

I asked her whose it is, she said only me

Wanna fuck all the time, she get on to me

Look me all in my eyes, she want more of me

No, he can’t fuck you like I do

Fuck you like I do it girl, fuck you like I do

You ain’t satisfied with your nigga, tell the truth

He can’t fuck you like I do it girl, fuck you like I do

Aaah Street nigga, rubber bands

Stripper poll, stripper stands

Front to back, chest to chest

Pull her hair (pullin' her), you know the rest

I just want, turn it, turn it, (yeah)

Shawty thick, and she learn it

Won’t tap, but it’s right back to the money

And I just wanna fuck, she just wanna cuddle

Don’t ask me for no money, you may get in trouble

Street nigga I hustle, ratchet bitches I love 'em

Bougie bitches I love 'em, lame niggas they cuff 'em

Wanna street nigga in your presence

Your boyfriend in trouble

I contact, we done that, in that Maybach on leather

And you already know it

Threw a hundred on the watch, put the time in

Shawty grindin' side to side like a violin

Crib 36 Chambers, I’m from Shaolin

Threw 30 in the clip, made it smile

Money gotta whole lot of it

Gold chains, gold bottles

New crib, my college, one plane, four pilots

All she say is «do it, do it, do it, do it, do»

I, make the money and blew it, threw it

Gucci, Louis Vuitton

And I heard that nigga, he be talkin' 'bout me

When she with that nigga, she be talkin' 'bout me

Hopped up out the Wraith to the Porsche drop

Watch the doors go up and the jaws drop

Call me, if he don’t arrive

Call me and, what side you on girl?

Just let me know, you down to ride

Nothing to it, it’s whatever babe

It’s whatever baby, yeah