Lyrics: Steven D. Lewis
Music: Steven D. Lewis
[Pre-Chorus]
I just like to mind my business, count my money, stack my chicken up
Shawty, you been on my head, the condition for for our love is unconditional
I know you proud of me, I love it when you tell me, "Keep it up"
I know you love my songs, you hear that, you gon' turn yo speakers up
[Chorus]
Let the music take you there (Take you there)
Let the mus— Let the music take you there (Take you there)
Let the music take you there (Take you there)
Let the mus— Let the music take you there (Take you there)
Let the music take you there (Take you there)
Let the mus— Let the music take you there (Take you there)
Let the music take you there (Take you there)
Let the mus— Let the music take you there (Take you there)
[Verse]
Bitches act jealous, niggas act jealous
When you got swag, that's what come with it
New designer teeth, ho (Wow)
You can keep the cheap rows (Wow)
Say she got a negro (Wow), I'm so tired of these hoes (Wow)
I'm in Paris doing what I want (Yeah)
And I put opp hoes in my blunt (Yeah)
Shawty your nacho, I dip once (Yeah)
Then I send that thot ho back home (Woah)
Only weed, I don't do no Xans
Free lil' Mali, I miss my mans
I got a hundred thous' in my pants
I two-hundred thousand my britches
I don't even conversate with these niggas
I don't even conversate with these bitches
We don't do confrontation, we bust switches
I done made a presentation out these bitches
Rich niggas, representation of my clique
We don't speak the same language, but she eatin' my dick
That nigga tryna flex, tell a nigga, "stop it"
That nigga tryna flex, I tell 'em, "Stop it"
[Outro]
Take you there, take you there
Take you there, take you there
Take you there, take you there
Take you there, take you there
Take you there, take you there
Take you there
I'm in Paris doing what I want (Yeah)
And I put opp hoes in my blunt (Yeah)
Shawty your nacho, I dip once (Yeah)
Then I send that thot ho back home (Woah)
Only weed, I don't do no Xans
Free lil' Mali, I miss my mans
I got a hundred thous' in my pants
I two-hundred thousand my britches
I'm in Paris doing what I want (Yeah)
And I put opp hoes in my blunt (Yeah)
Shawty your nacho, I dip once (Yeah)