How the hell did you get here?
Would you sing for me?
Man, I can fly to Brooklyn back
And you're slipping, too
I wish I had some more treats, girl
Just to trick on you
But this money ain't impressing her
I'm a fly motherfucker from around the way
East side till I die and I celebrate
Make money for my fam, fams are the enemies
And I'm smoother than a shot of Hennessey
Hennessey, Hennessey
If I hit it then you gonna run to me
Run to me, run to me
And it ain't too cool to pass by
But you say yeah, baby, let's ride
You fucking with the right guy
And I know you're feeling me
Yes, you're feeling me
What the hell did you come for?
Was it meant for us to lock eyes in this party, baby girl?
Maybe rush to crush
Young nigga from the slums of the city
Fresh but not the flow so gritty
When you should pass the mack really
You're looking like
I put that on my mama, all my people say you're with me
I'm a fly motherfucker from around the way
East side till I die and I celebrate
Make money for my fam, fams are the enemies
And I'm smoother than a shot of Hennessey
Hennessey, Hennessey
If I hit it then you gonna run to me
Run to me, run to me
And it ain't too cool to pass by
But you say yeah, baby, let's ride
You fucking with the right guy
And I know you're feeling me
Yes, you're feeling me
Now once we choose to move on
Anything we talk about
You really got me open, girl
Trying to see if you can work it out
All I ask of you, is there a change?
'Cause you're probably find it blind
And I'm 'bout to make you say
Come on take your next shot of Hennessey
Hennessey, Hennessey
If I hit it then you gonna run to me
Run to me, run to me
And it ain't too cool to pass by
But you say yeah, baby, let's ride
You fucking with the right guy
And I know you're feeling me
Yes, you're feeling me
And I know you're feeling me
Feeling me, feeling me
Fucking with the right guy
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