Lyrics Derek King – Tetris

T-Kelley on the track!

All this ice make my neck itch
Too much money in my hand
Lookin’ like a nigga flexin’

Ooh ooh ooh (yeah)
For that bag, she gon’ run it up
For that bag, she gon’ run it up
For that bag, she gon’ run it like
Ooh ooh ooh (yeah)
For that cash, she don’t fall in love
For that cash, she don’t fall in love
For that cash, she don’t fall in love

Ass like what? Fuck it up
You’re like Patron mixed with Henny in your cup
You say I workin’ 9 to 5, not enough
So you can turn up 2AM 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, I keep my hands off it
Up and down the pole, got my fantasizin’
In the back of the coupe, let me play with’ it

All this ice make my neck itch
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 young like…

Ooh ooh ooh (yeah)
For that bag, she gon’ run it up
For that bag, she gon’ run it up
For that bag, she gon’ run it like
Ooh ooh ooh (yeah)
For that cash, she don’t fall in love
For that cash, she don’t fall in love
For that cash, she don’t fall in love

All 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, shawty
Blood bag, pop a bottle, then we on the 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
So let a young nigga come and handle it
Booty so big, I keep my hands off it
Up and down the pole, got my fantasizin’
In the back of the coupe, let me play with’ it
All up on the stage, but you start with your top
Girl, I ain’t leavin’ til’ them panties drop
All this money everywhere, got you diggin’ a lot
Cause you’re livin’ la vida loca

All this ice make my neck itch
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 young like…

Ooh ooh ooh (yeah)
For that bag, she gon’ run it up
For that bag, she gon’ run it up
For that bag, she gon’ run it like
Ooh ooh ooh (yeah)
For that cash, she don’t fall in love
For that cash, she don’t fall in love
For that cash, she don’t fall in love