(Zaytoven)

Says she want it all, I'll see her tonight, girl
Swear I want 'em all, I just need the right ho
Bottles on the way, woke up to the light-show
On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope, yeah
On her tippy-toes, she can walk a tightrope, yeah
On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope
On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope
On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope (let's go)

Tip-toein', all through the-, oh-oh
Ass pokin' out when you walk
Body language, we don't really talk
You know your body finna go
I know you know, baby, you know
If I say "Go," then it's a go
And you know what's next, you know I ain't really-really finna play
Shit, they gon' tell you who I left with, you know I ain't really finna say
Gotta be dumb and you know that I ain't
I lie, I lie, I lie, I lie
Hop in the ride-ide-ide-ide, ride-ide-ide-ide-ide
They already know
Ain't no need to flex right now, but you're fuckin' with a vet right now
I can write a check right now, for your net right now
If you wanna make a bet right now, we can bet right now
Got her real wet right now, she gon' make a mess right now, right now, right now
She say I'm the best in town
And she right when she ride that side that dick right down
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, wait a minute, go slow
Drop it right here, go low

Says she want it all, I'll see her tonight, girl
Swear I want 'em all, I just need the right ho
Bottles on the way, woke up to the light-show
On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope, yeah
On her tippy-toes, she can walk a tightrope, yeah
On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope
On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope (Zay, got you, Guwop)
On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope (go)

Breakin' bread, stackin' money, tryna run a bag up
Dodgin' feds, cashin' checks, I done got the swag up (huh)
Baby, you was fine, now you got a dad-body (huh?)
A serial killer on the loose, that bitch got mad bodies (damn)
Gucci don't give a fuck, I'm a human light-show(bling)
She ain't the type to play, she know she walk a tightrope (huh)
Diamonds in these bitches face, my fingers on Mike glow (huh)
Got her tippy-toein' 'til her fuckin' back broke (huh)
Drop it to the floor, and make your booty clap though (clap)
We both know you a freak, so what you tryna act for? (Ho)
No Johnny Carson, welcome to the Gucci Mane show (it's Gucci)
Three-hundred bands, my fans treat me like the damn pope (Wop)

Says she want it all, I'll see her tonight, girl
Swear I want 'em all, I just need the right ho
Bottles on the way, woke up to the light-show
On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope, yeah
On her tippy-toes, she can walk a tightrope, yeah
On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope
On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope
On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope

You know, you know you conceited
You grown, you know I believe it
Athlete shit, no nigga love to ball
Any season, Autumn watch the money fall
I can't take my eyes off you, girl
Your body's doin' things that I can't explain, oh-oh-oh
Stripper girl, stripper girl, stripper girl (damn)
Stripper girl, yeah
Go and get that money, baby, do it now (uh)
Ooh, look at that booty, how it's movin' now (ooh, yeah)
In between the sheets, like a centerfold
Please fuckin' with me, that way you finna go (yeah)
Got some niggas with me and they really go (really go)
She say we the shit, like we didn't know
Fuck it up, fuck it up like that
Smack it up, flip it, rub it down from the back, yeah

Says she want it all, I'll see her tonight, girl (oh-oh-oh)
Swear I want 'em all, I just need the right ho
Bottles on the way, woke up to the light-show (oh-oh-oh)
On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope, yeah (ooh)
On her tippy-toes, she can walk a tightrope, yeah
On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope
On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope
On her tippy-toes, bet she walk the tightrope

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Writer(s): Radric Davis, Tremaine Neverson, Xavier Dotson