Fat Joe, Dre ft. Jeremih, Bryson Tiller – Hands on You

Lyrics Hands on You – Fat Joe, Dre feat. Jeremih, Bryson Tiller

I got free liquor, free liquor
Gold bottles we toast ’cause we richer
Bella Hadid, Habib can’t be thicker
She’s the baddest, believe you mean, n**ga

I’m one of the goats
One of the most
N**gas this real
F**k how you feel
I’m f**king ’em both

And this ain’t accidental
Stop, stop and get up out that rental, everything is paid for
House on the hill, chandelier, the Richard Mille
He the type to hit the bathroom whenever they bring the bill

And I’m the type to walk a check through the kitchen
Good seller, when he speaks they all listen
Set this roof on fire, watch the motherf**ker burn
Last time was punch rhyme but this time I brought the urn
To whom’s concerned: we reppin’ the squadis
Me and Dre seen more faces than Midnight Marauders

Hit the lights you know it’s money everywhere
Pardon my pockets, I had to drop it ’cause you dared me
She know my name, been wanna scream it since she met me
Let’s get it poppin’, you know that I’m watchin’, ooh

Soon as I get my hands on you, ooh
Soon as I get my hands on you, ooh

Too exotic, too exotic
Drop top and a big body, shawty got me hypnotic
Been ’bout it, still ’bout it, already know how I feel ’bout it
Kamikaze, that bomb s**t
Double R, that’s Don s**t
I just send a pic at .., like, Who are you I want this
You knew what you was doin’ when you dropped this
On my T, on my top list

Just you on my watch list, just you on my conscience
Baby, get .. up and take me, oh take me
We could hit this condo up, we could make a run
Know this ain’t party, we gon’ make it one
Get us one more bottle when this drink is done
You ain’t no stripper but it’s rainin’ ones, look, bae, hit the

Hit the lights you know it’s
Pardon my pockets, I had to drop it ’cause you dared me
She know my name, been wanna scream it since she met me
Let’s get it poppin’, you know that I’m watchin’, ooh

Soon as I get my hands on you, ooh
Soon as I get my hands on you, ooh

Uh, be her peace
She already got a baby daddy with no answers
Talkin’ bout he gotta see versuri.online
Still it’s no regrets and she keep the Fendi
She a whole mood for 2020
I tell her less while you tell her theories
And let my action speak like, Hey, Siri

It’s still Dre, minus Snoop Dogg, I kill a p**sy
Murder was the case, like Snoop Dogg
I need an around away, girl
That’s word to L
I’m bad with birthdays so every day we celebrate it
Like it’s your birthday, yo, yo, yo

Hit the lights you know it’s money everywhere
Pardon my pockets, I had to drop it ’cause you dared me
She know my name, been wanna scream it since she met me
Let’s get it poppin’, you know that I’m watchin’, ooh

Soon as I get my hands on you, ooh
Soon as I get my hands on you, ooh…

Fat Joe | Dre | Jeremih | Bryson Tiller | 2020

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