Yeah, yeah, dropped outta school now we dumb richThis sound like some forty-three-oh-one shitAll my niggas wanna do is pop styleTurn my birthday into a lifestyleTell my mom I love her if I do not make itGot so many chains they call me Chaining TatumAnd I like to finish what you think you startedMan you boys just got to HollywoodYou boys just startedYou don't know what you just startedAll I do is hang with the young and heartlessAll this is for my family, man, I try my hardestIt's all I ever did and look where it got himYeah, you've been on my mind latelyYou've still got my number, girl you need to call meI feel like they wanna see me learn the hard wayBut you know I always handle that one my wayGirl let me rock, rock, rock your bodyJustin Timberlake and then I hit the highwayI can't trust no fuckin' bodyThey still out to get me cause they never got meThey still out to get me, they don't get itI can not be gotten, that's a givenThey like Pablo why are all the windows tinted in your Tahoe?Why do you know every single bitch that I know?Why can't you just shut your mouth and take the high road?Fuck if I know, that's that ChicagoSouth, south, side, that's the mottoCop a crib and spend ten million on remodelTake the devils out my life and preach the gospelCause I knowWe went way, way past the line of scrimmage, ayeThrone is back up in it, ayeIn the field like Emmitt, aye, y'all get so offended, ayeI be blacking out, I ain't backing outJay about his business, and I'mma let you finish but... II just, I just, I just, I just wanna rock your bodyTake you to the garage and do some karateChop it, chop it, chop it, chop it sipping sakeThrow a thick bitch on a Kawasaki(Perfect)Dropped outta school now we dumb richThis sound like some forty-three-oh-one shitAll my niggas wanna do is pop styleTurn my birthday into a lifestyleTell my mom I love her if I do not make itGot so many chains they call me Chaining TatumAnd I like to finish what you think you startedMan you boys just got to HollywoodYou boys just startedYou don't know what you just startedAll I do is hang with the young and heartlessAll this is for my family, man, I try my hardestIt's all I ever did and look where it got usYeah, you've been on my mind latelyYou've still got my number girl you need to call meI feel like they wanna see me learn the hard wayBut you know I always handle that one my wayGirl let me rock, rock, rock your bodyJustin Timberlake and then I hit the highwayI can't trust no fuckin' bodyThey still out to get me cause they never got me
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Yeah, yeah, dropped outta school now we dumb rich
This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit
All my niggas wanna do is pop style
Turn my birthday into a lifestyle
Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it
Got so many chains they call me Chaining Tatum
And I like to finish what you think you started
Man you boys just got to Hollywood
You boys just started
You don't know what you just started
All I do is hang with the young and heartless
All this is for my family, man, I try my hardest
It's all I ever did and look where it got him
Yeah, you've been on my mind lately
You've still got my number, girl you need to call me
I feel like they wanna see me learn the hard way
But you know I always handle that one my way
Girl let me rock, rock, rock your body
Justin Timberlake and then I hit the highway
I can't trust no fuckin' body
They still out to get me cause they never got me
They still out to get me, they don't get it
I can not be gotten, that's a given
They like Pablo why are all the windows tinted in your Tahoe?
Why do you know every single bitch that I know?
Why can't you just shut your mouth and take the high road?
Fuck if I know, that's that Chicago
South, south, side, that's the motto
Cop a crib and spend ten million on remodel
Take the devils out my life and preach the gospel
Cause I know
We went way, way past the line of scrimmage, aye
Throne is back up in it, aye
In the field like Emmitt, aye, y'all get so offended, aye
I be blacking out, I ain't backing out
Jay about his business, and I'mma let you finish but... I
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna rock your body
Take you to the garage and do some karate
Chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it sipping sake
Throw a thick bitch on a Kawasaki
(Perfect)
Dropped outta school now we dumb rich
This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit
All my niggas wanna do is pop style
Turn my birthday into a lifestyle
Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it
Got so many chains they call me Chaining Tatum
And I like to finish what you think you started
Man you boys just got to Hollywood
You boys just started
You don't know what you just started
All I do is hang with the young and heartless
All this is for my family, man, I try my hardest
It's all I ever did and look where it got us
Yeah, you've been on my mind lately
You've still got my number girl you need to call me
I feel like they wanna see me learn the hard way
But you know I always handle that one my way
Girl let me rock, rock, rock your body
Justin Timberlake and then I hit the highway
I can't trust no fuckin' body
They still out to get me cause they never got me
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