Guantanamera

[Intro: Trey Songz]

Woah, woah

Woah, woah, yeah

[Chorus: Sage The Gemini & Trey Songz]

She always complainin', she say I'm a player (Damn, yeah)

Cars stupid fast, goodbye to my haters (Let's get it, yeah)

Ballin' at the gym, now who wanna play us? (Let's go, yeah)

Got a bad bitch, Guantanamera (Hey, hey, hey, turn up)

Woah, Guantanamera

Woah, Guantanamera

Woah, Guantanamera

Hey, hey, Guantanamera

[Verse 1: Sage The Gemini]

Guantanamera, we in Venezuela

I don't know her name but I know where she came from

House so big I can't see my neighbors (I can't see 'em)

I grab 'em and pass 'em, you try to save 'em, yeah

Woah, Guantanamera

Ridin' Audis through the hood, you know I be skatin'

Tiptoein' in my Jordans soon as I lace 'em

Spent it all at the mall, it was Vuitton she lace 'em

Now I'ma go crazy, now baby, you know that your looks are deceivin'

I tell all these girls that I'm rich and don't need 'em and no one believes me (They don't believe me)

These niggas be mad, I be catchin' their baby girl lookin' and peeping

Take her home then I beat it 'til she sleepin', sleepin' (Hey, hey, hey, turn up)

[Chorus: Sage The Gemini]

She always complainin', she say I'm a player (Damn)

Cars stupid fast, goodbye to my haters (Let's get it)

Ballin' at the gym, now who wanna play us? (Let's go)

Got a bad bitch, Guantanamera (Hey, hey, hey, turn up)

Woah, Guantanamera

Woah, Guantanamera

Woah, Guantanamera

Hey, hey, Guantanamera

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]

Pull up in a Benz screamin' "Fuck a hater" (Woo)

And nigga, I done caught your bitch on an elevator (Goin' up)

Nigga, I done told your bitch I'ma fuck her later (Yuh)

And she gon' only get this dick, not no fuckin' paper (Nah)

Vamanos, knock 'em all down like dominos then I tell 'em adios

If you got a bad bitch and she suck a good dick

Better lock her pussy down and you call it Guantanamo

Huh, that pussy tryna run, uh, call that cardio

This gon' be a lot of fun, moon turn to the sun

We gon' get it to tomorrow

Spend a couple car notes on a couple bottles

Yo, the rich shit don't end (Don't end)

You don't wanna roll all along, tell your homies come on

And it's on, I'ma hit your friend (Hit your friend)

Uh, I'm cool with it if you cool with it

If you suck, spit and you drool with it

And I'ma be up in the hole all day

Guantanamo bay (Trey)

[Chorus: Sage The Gemini & Trey Songz, Trey Songz, Sage The Gemini]

She always complainin', she say I'm a player (Oh)

Cars stupid fast, goodbye to my haters (Oh, oh)

Ballin' at the gym, now who wanna play us? (Who wanna play us?)

Got a bad bitch, Guantanamera (Hey, hey, hey, turn up)

Woah, Guantanamera (Uh-huh)

Woah, Guantanamera (Uh-huh)

Woah, Guantanamera (Uh-huh)

Hey, hey, Guantanamera