Tetris lyrics

[Intro]

T-Kelley on the track

[Chorus]

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]

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]

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]

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]

Uh, hope this money all enough on you

Instead of throwin' ones, I throw these dubs on you

All these niggas in the club wanna love on you

Only cash on your ass when they touch on you

Blow a bag, pop a bottle, then we on our way

All this drank on me I ain't tryna waste

You wanna leave with a nigga, I see it in your face

Quit playin' with a nigga, come and run a play

[Pre-Chorus]

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]

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

• Artist:Derek King
• Album:More Vibes