Cruz Beckham

Produced by Pharrell Williams

Man them mansions on the water, motherfuck a hill

She threw her heels in the ocean, so she stuck to chill

The truck is steel, hoping somethin' between ya

And now she laughing how she took your ass to the cleaners

Man I'm on your side, not trying to inconvenience ya

Just now we get them million keys, and them plastic Ninas

So keep it playa dog, don't make me say it all

Do something drastic, know that plastic's everywhere dog

If it ain't music, all this money, I don't play at all

And she ain't either, so that mean she doesn't weigh it all

[Hook]

Now we can both post sip, and keep it playa mayne (yup)

Now we can both pull the misses, keep it playa mayne (uh huh)

Or we could both right our wrists, and keep it playa mayne (yup)

Or you could scram cock sucker, if you'se a hater mayne

I keep them ladies going

Uh, uh, uh (uh)

Uh, uh, uh (haha)

Uh, uh, uh (yup)

Uh, uh, uh

[Verse 2: Slim Thug]

I'm a grown man, Thug ain't the one that play no games witchu

Thug the one to call, to come get off the chain witchu

And hang witchu, when you full of Patrón

And oh yeah, brain wanna get two partners alone (that's right)

Because I'm only 25, and still going live

Got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside

I wake up, and gotta pick which car I'mma drive

The Double R 760, or the 645

I'm, having things mayne check out the chain

Money ain't never been a thing, you see the watch and the ring

Rocks the nicest, never seen none like this

I'm aboss, I don't ask what it cost, my life priceless

Baby girl you might just, get the share this shine

Long as you not selfish, and learn to share some times

And of course I'm still yours, and you're still mine

But you can't be a hater mayne, gotta keep it playa mayne

[Hook]

Now we can both post sip, and keep it playa mayne (yup)

Now we can both pull the misses, keep it playa mayne (uh huh)

Or we could both right our wrists, and keep it playa mayne (yup)

Or you could scram cock sucker, if you'se a hater mayne

I keep them ladies going

Uh, uh, uh (uh)

Uh, uh, uh (haha)

Uh, uh, uh (yup)

Uh, uh, uh

[Verse 3: Pharrell]

You don't stop, they say J.Lo just to show her ass and all

Knowing the worst thing could happen, is a nigga could palm

Now my agent saying the only way that he could be calm

I put a hundred mil' on each song, like my name was LeBron

What, not the ice, my beats is worth more

The track is like a whole damn Jacob Store

See niggas hate you more, when they take they broad

But his girl looked at my hands, seen a "Matrix" door

Dudes is foolish, the hues is the truest

I mean the smurfs look green, the rocks are so bluish

You can't out bling me, or BBC jean me

You ain't got no vibe, you can go and ask Me-Me

I think and relay it (uh), I blink and PJ it (uh)

You wanna make fast bucks, take this and e-Bay it

And all you Phantom owners know you can't stand me

Got one in Virgina, 'nother one in Miami, yessir

[Hook]

Now we can both post sip, and keep it playa mayne (yup)

Now we can both pull the misses, keep it playa mayne (uh huh)

Or we could both right our wrists, and keep it playa mayne (yup)

Or you could scram cock sucker, if you'se a hater mayne

I keep them ladies going

Uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh

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