Room (feat. Adekunle Gold & 2 Chainz) - Jeremih

Got it on smash Tryna duck my ex Count a hundred checks Tonight I'ma flex, ah (Oh yeah) Rollie, no Patek (Oowee) Give me the baguettes and my .40 and the TEC, oh Tryna duck my ex Damn what's coming next I just wanna flex, oh yeah Tryna duck my ex Count a hundred checks I just wanna flex, oh yeah In here, toasted up I'ma take a single pic and I'ma post it up, oh yeah Single for the night and the night looking young She throw it to me to me right, anytime you make it jump, jump Throw it to me, throw it to me Bust it like a new year, all of it to me I found a little shawty and she badder when I'm set Shout out everybody in here doing better than they ex, oh Tryna duck my ex Count a hundred checks Tonight I'ma flex, ah (Oh yeah) Rollie, no Patek (Oowee) Give me the baguettes and my .40 and the TEC, oh Tryna duck my ex Damn what's coming next I just wanna flex, oh yeah (Oh yeah) Tryna duck my ex Count a hundred checks I just wanna flex, oh yeah Don't get in my way, get in my way now Don't you go out your way on your way down Don't gotta be partying, ain't tryna keep up Just don't look for me, end of story It's the major leagues, I swing my dick like batter up I stay creeping Hit it out the park Put your best friend and be fucking in my Rari Know a nigga petty I'm not saying sorry I'm just countin' checks, tryna flex, you know Tryna duck my ex Count a hundred checks Tonight I'ma flex, ah (Oh yeah) Rollie, no Patek (Oowee) Give me the baguettes and my .40 and the TEC, oh Tryna duck my ex Damn whats coming next I just wanna flex (Oh yeah) Tryna duck my ex Count a hundred checks (I just wanna flex) Yeah I go hard, erect Surrounded in baguettes My life need a set I directed the soundtrack Sipping on some mile back Where you get that style from? Let me get my style back Never been camera shy Mug shots, no Clayton High Potato on the barrel, turn your ass into potato pie Every letter in the alphabet a G (G) My favorite rapper that I wanna see is me You can't compete I'm out your league Check your receipt The dick ain't free, yeah Okay, on my fourth Patek I'm stuntin' on my ex Give her everything except another chance and respect, yeah Tryna duck my ex Count a hundred checks (2 Chainz) Tonight I'ma flex, ah Rollie, no Patek Give me the baguettes and my .40 and the TEC, oh Tryna duck my ex Damn whats coming next I just wanna flex, oh yeah Tryna duck my ex Count a hundred checks I just wanna flex, oh yeah

In my pocket 잔돈이 춤을 춰 Mouth full of gold 내 미소는 눈부셔 THE BLACK is what I rep The check is what I get 내 ex 들은 964의 백미러에 Zoom zoom 시동을 걸어 선 넘어봐라 뚝뚝 칼처럼 끊어 이 재물 복은 endless 끝없이 벌어 I want it all 난 도가 지나쳐 내가 망할 거라 축복한 널 만나러 with my gang 꼭꼭 숨어 if you can What you got What you got I got a lotta 금금금금금 많아 금은보 and 화화화화화 I got a lotta 금금금금금 많아 금은보 and 화화화화화 Gold on my this Gold on my that Gold on my wrist Gold on my yeah Gold on my this Gold on my that Gold on my wrist Gold on my yeah yeah Neck glittered up wrist on disco Gold bullets in my golden pistol So official blow the whistle, game is over I could get this chain framed at MOMA, told ya Queen tut when I mean mug You can't keep up Nother ring when I need to re-up, yup 247 got the karats 24 24 told me that we going gold, oh 내가 망할 거라 축복한 널 만나러 with my gang 꼭꼭 숨어 if you can What you got What you got I got a lotta 금금금금금 많아 금은보 and 화화화화화 I got a lotta 금금금금금 많아 금은보 and 화화화화화 Gold on my this Gold on my that Gold on my wrist Gold on my yeah Gold on my this Gold on my that Gold on my wrist Gold on my yeah yeah 빨주노초파남보 그딴 거 말고 금금금금금 통장에 넘치는 공공공들보다 금금금금금 Yeah, I'm 22 living my life 넌 지켜봐 I am the headline Show me what you got, yeah What you got, yeah I got a lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta I got a lotta 금금금금금 많아 금은보 and 화화화화화 I got a lotta 금금금금금 많아 금은보 and 화화화화화 Gold on my this Gold on my that Gold on my wrist Gold on my yeah Gold on my this Gold on my that Gold on my wrist Gold on my yeah yeah

Left my clothes all over the floor I can barely walk to my bathroom door Way too high to clean up Hard to find anywhere to be Everywhere I go, I'm up to my knees Lost my mind in my stuff I'm going off the rails My mind just broke the scale I'm in my room about to lose it I'm way too tall for my bed I'm out of room in my room I'm out of room in my head Been inside over 20 days February's gone, I threw it away Half my life, I'm sleepin' So tired of doing nothing Way too tired to do anything about it I'm going off the rails My mind just broke the scale I'm in my room about to lose it I'm way too tall for my bed I'm out of room in my room I'm out of room in my head

DJ Matt-D E o brabo tem nome Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah, woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada, ah, ah Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah-woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada Ah, ah, ah, tá, tá, ah (baby, baby) Ah, tá, tá, baby, ah, ah, ah, ah