Tetris (Rich The Kid 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: 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 [Verse 2: Rich The Kid] Crashed the coupe, bought the Bentley (Bought the motherfuckin' Bentley) Stack the money up like Tetris (Stack the money up like what?) All this money on my necklace (Ice, ice, ice) Don't want the bitch, can't get her pregnant (Woo, woo, woo, woo) I spent two-fifty on my my wrist too (Spent two-fifty on my what?) I walk around with the glick too (Walk around with that Glock) The beam on it, I can't miss you (Beam on it, I can't miss you) I fuck her once so I can't miss you (Fuck her once so I can't miss you) I bought the coupe for my bitch too (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) And a bag, she deserve that (Woo) Fuck your lil' ho, give your bird back (Brr) Walk around, every pocket, ten racks (Ten racks) When I get that neck, where her friends at? (Rich) [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