2 chainz feat. Tyga, Travis Porter, Sterling Simms - Make You Somebody
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Alright Girls
Get Up! You Know What That Means
There's Money Upstairs!
Come On! Lets Go! Lets Get it! Big Money!

I Say What's Up Wit it?
You Gonna Work Your Body
I'mma Throw Out These Tips
I'mma Make You Somebody
Let Me Call You My Bitch
Let Me Call You my Bitch
Can I Call You my Bitch? Yea, Yea Yea Yeaaa

You Know When it's us
You Can Smell the grape Dutch
In the Air, Air, airrrr!
Got a Fist Full of Twentys
Don't be a Dummy Girl
Bring that Over Here, Here, Yeaaa
Said, Don’t be Acting Bougie About it
Like you were Buff
And No I’m Not your Groupie or
Trying to Fall in Love
Take a Couple Shots, Girl get Bad
Turn Around, Let me See Your Body Bend
I'mma Catch you up on Your Rear

Yea, Tonight I’m Gonna Make you Somebody, yea
Tonight I’m Gonna Make you Somebody, baby

I Say What's Up Wit it?
You Gonna Work Your Body
I'mma Throw Out These Tips
I'mma Make You Somebody
Let Me Call You My Bitch
Let Me Call You my Bitch
Can I Call You my Bitch? Yea, Yea Yea Yeaaa

Shawty Wanna be Famous
Ass so big, Put her on my A List
And I Land her like Acres
She Next to me like a Neighbor
I Started Down with her Ankles
I Moved up to her Naval
My Next Move is Fatal
One Leg on the Bed, Other on the Table
It’s Going Down like Escalator
Ben Franklin and the Twenty Separate
Trynna Get her Body Naked
Fuck Y'all, No Contraception
Don't Roll Like That showing Y'all Suckas
You ain't Never Really Ever
Evenn Saw Like That
Ball Like That, Fuck Your Girl
And If the Pussy Good
We at the Mall Like That

Aaahhhh gotta Whole Lotta Hundreds
Ten Thousand in my Pocket, Right Now
Right Now can I Make You a Offer
How Much Gon' Cost Just to Take You Down
I Got it, You Know it
Let Me Cash You Out, Here Hold This
Spit Game So Tight think I Wrote This
Baby Lets Move Forward, Get Focused
Don't Tell Your Mama
That You Fucking With a Baller
Already Got all this Gold Shit, Onnn
Trynna be Lowkey
Got Your Favorite Bad Bitch Trynna Blow Me
Roley, Rolex, Relax
Say She Just Gave Me Head
Leaned Over in the Front Seat
Dark Tint, So They Don't See
Get it Off Slowly, High as they Know Me

I Say What's Up Wit it?
You Gonna Work Your Body
I'mma Throw Out These Tips
I'mma Make You Somebody
Let Me Call You My Bitch
Let Me Call You my Bitch
Can I Call You my Bitch? Yea, Yea Yea Yeaaa

I Gonna make you somebody, girl