The Midi Mafia - Sing For Me lyrics

Ricky Ross Elijah Blake, ha It's Big Money Business right here She took a gamble with your boy Now it's tailor-made, Tory Burches, the awards Staying out late copping steaks with your boy First cla**, duffel bags, count cake with your boy All I did was sport a new Mercedes with a spoiler Took her from the hood, we jetted to Bora Bora Swimming in salt water, spent a mill before the chorus Ballin' out b**h, why my net worth enormous Tats on my chest, dead homies on my back Run that hotel, pink house full of reps Swag, two stacks for the belly boost Name still ringing up and down these avenues Good girls like to go right for you You ask me where my heart at You should already know, oh boy Your girlfriend don't last till you everything first cla** That's just what I be on, oh Flashing lights, all in my eyes You're in my ear like the sweetest melody So girl sing for me, girl sing for me I tell her sing for me, She just wanna sing for me She ain't 'bout them love songs, She want that real talk Sing for me, she just want to sing for me All up in my air, my air, my air Keep it right there, right there, right there Oh wow When you leave coming right back Tell you, he coming right back Tell it like salt in your water, oh Independent making RX, God forbid if I need girl you got that That's what love is for, oh Flashing lights, all in my eyes You're in my ear like the sweetest melody So girl sing for me, girl sing for me I tell her sing for me, She just wanna sing for me She ain't 'bout them love songs, She want that real talk Sing for me, she just want to sing for me All up in my air, my air, my air Keep it right there, right there, right there Oh wow You know your boy off Ciroc Throwing toys off the yacht And your boy spit cla**ic like beans throw up rock And she f** with the (boy) 'cause I have her like I got the Frank Muller, Rolexes f** around Constantine in my old Lexus Hugh blows in that AP, no Peterson You ragging and we AD, no weed again So we going to see my SA home Take a hit and feel like Cam'ron oh And I got it from Luigi, that's my His kush have you like Now we back on the Westside, highway S5 Purple clouds, I can see Aaliyah and Left Eye And my Benz trunk be like it's Best Buy I tell her sing for me, She just wanna sing for me She ain't 'bout them love songs, She want that real talk Sing for me, she just want to sing for me (You might get it baby) All up in my air, my air, my air Keep it right there, right there, right there Oh wow