Lyrics T–Pain – Straight
Text:
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
I put you on ?
two seater (Oh God)
Walking ’round a mansion in a white ?
(No job)
Reaching that Channel bag pull out the heater
I’ma make your life a hundred time sweeter
Cause I’ma get you…
Straight, in line
Straight, big time
Straight, in line
Baby I’ma get you
Straight, in line
Straight, big time
Straight, in line
Baby I’ma get you
Straight up and down
Straight as a bar (Huh)
Stunt on these bitches, flex on these hoes
You just say less and I give you more (Got what you want)
Back the ?
with a star
What the fuck a bitch gon’ do?
When she see the diamonds on you
Hate, hate, hate, hate
Fake, fake, fake, fake
What the fuck your man gon’ do?
?
let me tell you some
I done came all in that belly button (You know)
So you can’t tell me nothin’ (Nah)
You can’t tell me shit (You can’t tell me shit)
I got more money (I got the bread)
So I got your bitch (Boy give me that)
She money hungry (Open that mouth)
And I feed her dick (Oh yeah)
And she say she love me
And she keep me rich
So I put her on ?
two seater (Oh God)
Walking ’round a mansion in a white ?
(No job)
Reaching that Channel bag pull out the heater
I’ma make your life a hundred time sweeter
Cause I’ma get you…
Straight, in line
Straight, big time
Straight, in line
Baby I’ma get you
Straight, in line
Straight, big time
Straight, in line
Baby I’ma get you
?
bitch lay it down (All on the ground)
Ay, where do you think your bitch go when she go outta town?
(She comin’ around)
If I tell her I’m ready, she ready
(She comin’ right now)
She know she hot as fuck
She know she know how to fuck
And I screaming how the fuck your bitch gon’ feel?
When I make her take all these pills
Great, great, great, great
Shake, shake, shake, shake
How the fuck your man gon’ live?
When we done fucked all in his crib
Cause boy let me get this straight
I done came all on your pillow case (You know)
So you can’t tell me nothin’ (Nah)
You can’t tell me shit (You can’t tell me shit)
I got more money (I got the bread)
So I got your bitch (Boy give me that)
She money hungry (Open that mouth)
And I feed her dick (Oh yeah)
And she say she love me
And she keep me rich
So I put her on ?
two seater (Oh God)
Walking ’round a mansion in a white ?
(No job)
Reaching that Channel bag pull out the heater
I’ma make your life a hundred time sweeter
Cause I’ma get you…
Straight, in line
Straight, big time
Straight, in line
Baby I’ma get you
Straight, in line
Straight, big time
Straight, in line
Baby I’ma get you
Album
T–Pain – Oblivion
