Tetris [Remix]

[Intro]

T Kelley on the track

[Chorus: Derek King]

All this ice make my neck hit

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 youngin like

Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah

'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up

'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up

'Bout that bag, she gon' run it like

Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah

'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love

'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love

'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love

[Verse 1: Russ]

Ayy, yeah

Hit the Westside, throw thirty

I be ballin' in the Flame, they gon' have to hang my jersey

Dollar bills stacked chin high

Asian girls screamin', "Will you notice me, senpai?"

Whole gang swing by

Now it's a fiesta, mow I'm being extra

Now I'm talkin' wild like I'm tryna date Nadeska

Thrown off the Don, give my phone to Milan

T-Pain and Akon, "Bartender" comes on

Who's coming home with me? (Yeah)

Girl, I got drivers, you don't need your keys

I just need one, not two, not three

Soon as I'm done, then you really gotta leave

Just the lifestyle of a young rich bachelor

Can't take her serious, she's fucking other rappers

Woman everywhere, I'm a worldwide traveler

Yeah

[Chorus: Derek King]

All this ice make my neck hit

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 youngin like

Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah

'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up

'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up

'Bout that bag, she gon' run it like

Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah

'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love

'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love

'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love

[Verse 2: Derek King]

Ass like what? Fuck it up

You like Patrón mixed with Henny in your cup, ayy

You said workin' 9 to 5 not enough, ayy

So you 'tend 'til 2 AM 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

[Pre-Chorus: Derek King]

So let a young nigga come and handle it

Booty so big, can't keep my hands off it

Up and down the pole, got me fantasy

In the back of the coupe, let me play with it

All up on the stage when you start with your top

Girl, I ain't leavin' 'til them panties drop

All this money everywhere got you thinkin' a lot

'Cause you livin' la vida loca

[Chorus: Derek King]

All this ice make my neck hit

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 youngin like

Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah

'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up

'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up

'Bout that bag, she gon' run it like

Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah

'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love

'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love

'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love