Now when you hear this
You know the funk
Put your hand together
Pull your back
It's been a long time
And I got a lotta things on my mind
Been a whole damn week
The time is money
Ain't gon' spend my time being cheap
Nobody came for you
I don't go home broke
Spending time with the wrong one
Tryna get her liquor, but she sweet like Willy Wonka
I was like a beast, always driven by my hunger
Specially when she drop that low and pick it up like Tonka
Ass too fat lord
Extend your hands, over these two eyes
Either the booty is talking to me or I'm too high
I got too many things to do I think I'm running out of time
Come on and throw your ass out
Come on, come on don't throw your back out
Baby come on, come on and throw your ass out
Come on, come on don't throw your back out
Come on, come on and throw your ass out
Come on, come on don't throw your back out
Baby come on and throw your ass out
Come on, come on don't throw your back out
I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
Once upon a time I was talking with Tammy
She said, "Nothing sweeter than a blossom family"
I said, "You're damn right! That's an awesome family"
Now let your flower bloom on an afternoon
Five hours later I was walking with Tammy
Down Rodeo Drive, she was looking so fancy
She said, "If you love me, you will buy me this Louis
Vuitton," I said, "Boo, I will see you soon"
I'm gone, she [?] song
Tryna penetrate my water while you tagging along
I only known you for a week, I met you on a tweet
A hundred forty characters, I think your talk is cheap
You slid in my DMs, and said you wanting my physique
I said nah girl, that's cool, I was just looking for a freak
Either the booty is talking to me, or I'm too high
I got too many things to do, I think I'm running out of time
Come on and throw your ass out
Come on, come on don't throw your back out
Baby come on, come on and throw your ass out
Come on, come on don't throw your back out
Come on, come on and throw your ass out
Come on, come on don't throw your back out
Baby come on and throw your ass out
Come on, come on don't throw your back out
I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
As time goes ticking by
I wish we could (spending time, spending time)
Just to show [?] wind blows by, I know I could
(No doubt about it, no doubt about it)
But there's something I like about the way you move (No, no)
So I hopped on the right train of thought, I'll see you soon
Come on and throw your ass out
Come on, come on don't throw your back out
Baby come on, come on and throw your ass out
Come on, come on don't throw your back out
Come on, come on and throw your ass out
Come on, come on don't throw your back out
Baby come on, come on and throw your ass out
Come on, come on don't throw your back out
I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
Dude, you're a fucking dweeb
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