Tetris (Remix)

[Intro]
T Kelley on the track

[Chorus: Derek King]
All this ice make my neck hit
Too much money in my hand, lookin' like a nigga flexin'
All this cash on the floor, I can't even see my section
So baby, come sit that booty, make it fit like it's Tetris
Baby, I know you get the message
So quit playin' with a youngin like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love

[Verse 1: Russ]
Ayy, yeah
Hit the Westside, throw thirty
I be ballin' in the Flame, they gon' have to hang my jersey
Dollar bills stacked chin high
Asian girls screamin', "Will you notice me, senpai?"
Whole gang swing by
Now it's a fiesta, mow I'm being extra
Now I'm talkin' wild like I'm tryna date Nadeska
Thrown off the Don, give my phone to Milan
T-Pain and Akon, "Bartender" comes on
Who's coming home with me? (Yeah)
Girl, I got drivers, you don't need your keys
I just need one, not two, not three
Soon as I'm done, then you really gotta leave
Just the lifestyle of a young rich bachelor
Can't take her serious, she's fucking other rappers
Woman everywhere, I'm a worldwide traveler
Yeah

[Chorus: Derek King]
All this ice make my neck hit
Too much money in my hand, lookin' like a nigga flexin'
All this cash on the floor, I can't even see my section
So baby, come sit that booty, make it fit like it's Tetris
Baby, I know you get the message
So quit playin' with a youngin like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love

[Verse 2: Derek King]
Ass like what? Fuck it up
You like Patrón mixed with Henny in your cup, ayy
You said workin' 9 to 5 not enough, ayy
So you 'tend 'til 2 AM in the club
Cash like what? Fuck it up
All the ones on the floor mixed with dubs
You say you lookin' for a baller, not a scrub
Whoever throw the most money showin' love

[Pre-Chorus: Derek King]
So let a young nigga come and handle it
Booty so big, can't keep my hands off it
Up and down the pole, got me fantasy
In the back of the coupe, let me play with it
All up on the stage when you start with your top
Girl, I ain't leavin' 'til them panties drop
All this money everywhere got you thinkin' a lot
'Cause you livin' la vida loca

[Chorus: Derek King]
All this ice make my neck hit
Too much money in my hand, lookin' like a nigga flexin'
All this cash on the floor, I can't even see my section
So baby, come sit that booty, make it fit like it's Tetris
Baby, I know you get the message
So quit playin' with a youngin like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love