Creez

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
I'm goin'
I'm goin'
Back
Yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dub full of kush, cup full of drink
Hoes in the lobby, they wanna party
My ex girl in here
She say, "Come here"
Act like I didn't hear
There's some hoes up in here
L.A. girls, all of them bad
She say she got a man
But she do it for the bands
She say, "Sexual harassment", I started laughing
No, how I know you ratchet
In the club with yo' glasses

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Let me squeeze on that booty like a ruger
We need no bodyguard, girl, I'm a shoota
I took his main bitch just like King Koopa
I told her, "Move, bitch, get out the way" like Luda

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I put my creez on her, woah
I walked in and put my creez on her, woah, yeah
I put it on her, put it on her, put in on her
Put it on her, put it on her, put in on her
Put it on her, put it on her, put in on her
Put it on her, put it on her, put in on her

[Verse 2: B.o.B.]
What you gonna do without that D?
I'll give you all that O
How you gon' act with all this creez?
What you call that, ho?
Tell yo' main girl, better fall back though
She wanna get hit like a contact sport
Pull up to the scene in a all black ghost
It's the type of night that you come back for
She know what she doin', she stretchin' right
She don't use parental discretion like
I'm gonna squeeze on that booty forever
'Cause forever is usually better
But forever is usually never
'Cause I ain't fuckin with that bitch
She says she got a man but that really don't mean shit

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Let me squeeze on that booty like a ruger
We need no bodyguard, girl, I'm a shoota
I took his main bitch just like King Koopa
I told her, "Move, bitch, get out the way" like Luda

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kid Ink]
I put my creez on her, woah
I walked in and put my creez on her, woah, yeah
I put it on her, put it on her, put in on her
Put it on her, put it on her, put in on her
Put it on her, put it on her, put in on her
Put it on her, put it on her, put in on her (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Kid Ink]
They say you don't know what you got un—, 'til it's gone
Take yo' main chick and make her my side dish like corn (Yah)
Check my rap sheet
Pussy, assault, and battery's all I know
That headboard go bang, bang
Pull up and let them shots go (Go)
Squeeze on it
If I hit her with that D I put them Z's on her (Yah)
God bless yo' body like I sneeze on it (Damn)
Everything just my type
Ain't tryna recycle no lines but don't waste no mo time

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kid Ink]
Let me squeeze on that booty like a ruger (Yeah)
We need no bodyguard, girl, I'm a shoota
I took his main bitch just like King Koopa
I told her, "Move, bitch, get out the way" like Luda

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I put my creez on her, woah
I walked in and put my creez on her, woah, yeah
I put it on her, put it on her, put in on her
Put it on her, put it on her, put in on her
Put it on her, put it on her, put in on her
Put it on her, put it on her, put in on her