Match Me

[Chorus: J-Son]

Hey, I tell my Shawties bring it back yeah

We in the club and everybody throwing stacks yeah

Whoa, that’s what we doing so exactly

They try to be like me but they can never match me

[Verse 1: Timati]

Whoa, I got so much money

That a girl just can’t say no

The way I roll, the way I flow

The way I dress look at my clothes

That’s American express I hold

Make all the ladies getting posed

Show they ass, show they breast

Girl say no, I say yes

I don’t get up off the club

Unless I be with 2 or 3 or them

Hale Berry, J Lo’s

All want me to sleep with them

Each know it’s Timati, bitch

Who you thought it was?

I’m the man in every country

Every state and every club

[Chorus: J-Son]

Hey, I tell my Shawties bring it back yeah

We in the club and everybody throwing stacks yeah

Whoa, that’s what we doing so exactly

They try to be like me but they can never match me (Match me)

[Post-Chorus: J-Son]

Yeah, yeah, they can never match me, (Match me)

Yeah, yeah, they can never match me, (Match me)

Yeah, yeah, they can never match me

'Cause made it up fast from the shit to flash, yeah

[Verse 2: Timati]

You’re too sexy to be fronting, girl you know you fuckin'

All these niggas in here got you money yeah we stunting

Brawlers popping bottles, then they popping models

Girl just open and say "Ah," now you gotta swallow

Right, the club is expect tonight if you see what you like

Don’t be out here acting shy

Just go and get stupid, loose your brain

And get crazy

[Chorus: J-Son]

Hey, I tell my Shawties bring it back yeah

We in the club and everybody throwing stacks yeah

Whoa, that’s what we doing so exactly

They try to be like me but they can never match me (Match me)

[Post-Chorus: J-Son]

Yeah, yeah, they can never match me, (Match me)

Yeah, yeah, they can never match me, (Match me)

Yeah, yeah, they can never match me

'Cause made it up fast from the shit to flash, yeah

[Bridge: Timati]

Let it go, lose control and let it go

Free your soul and let it go

Lose control and let it go, yeah

If you ain’t came here have a good time, what you come for?

You ain’t came here to get fucked up, what you come for?

You ain’t gonna leave with somebody, what you come for?

You ain’t came to the club to party, what you come for?

[Chorus: J-Son]

Hey, I tell my Shawties bring it back yeah

We in the club and everybody throwing stacks yeah

Whoa, that’s what we doing so exactly

They try to be like me but they can never match me

[Outro: J-Son]

They can never match me