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Tink - Wet Dollars Lyrics

Slam your brakes when I walk through the place
Scoot down the line if you wanna get inside
Move back who's that open up two tabs
Drinks on me like a belly shot
Very hot bandmate
Gotta make way 'fore I pass out
Pretty girls frontin' on the floor with they (their) backs out
Work that
You gotta wham that
You gotta make a nigga wanna know where you makin' plans at
Downtown livin' at the trump
Everyday's good when you make an income
So I mix the drink like I'm movin on my feet (?)
Cuz I can go on and on and on...
One shot, two shot, get on my team
He was a married man ’til he gave me a ring
Club doesn’t peak ’til around about 3
So won’t you lock it down, feel the burn like…

Likes when I talk to him rude
He likes when I've had a few shots cuz I give him attitude
Bitch better open my door
Tell him if he really want my ass then he gotta kiss more
The bar's up high so if you not at least 6'5" then you might as well not even apply
I am feeling giddyup (?) if your nigga coolin' in the back with a rack make him give it up to me like kudos (?)
Lame ass niggas don't do those
Rule number uno: Keep that uh uh tight
You know we all yours if you move up on the floor baby look at that ass twice
That man better get on my team we ain't married yet he good up on his knees
I might not peak till around about 3 so once you bite down I'll make a sound like...