Rich Gang - Savage lyrics

[Birdman] Rich Gang, Rich Girl [T-Rone] I'm so intrigued, power (yeah) Power, spark my, my ravenous appetite I'm so intrigued (yeah you), by her And I don't know how but I'm gonna show her, the power of the beast, tonight I'm talkin' savage, feast on her body Savage, like a beast on her body Yeah, I don't know her, but of course she knows me I look up, she's lookin' at me that mean she chose me Or did I chose her? Or does it really matter? We're connected through lust, so of course I'm lookin' at her I love the way she put it in the beat so fancy She dropped it low I can see she forgot her panties She wanted me to see, I know that I ain't trippin' (yeah) There's something 'bout a gorgeous woman that's free-lippin' Sexual signals sent straight to my co*k Can I blame it on this ice covered in Ciroc (yeah) I ain't lyin', I'm a lion She's my feast, she goin' home with a beast WHOOO~! [Hook: T-Rone] I'm so intrigued.. by her And I don't know how but I'm gonna show her, the power of the beast, tonight I'm talkin' savage, feast on her body Savage, like a beast on her body [Jae Millz] Millz... I can tell you want it, lemme give it to ya Baby I'mma definite; no coulda, woulda, shoulda And no I won't give it to ya good, I'll give it to ya gooder I mean better than yo ex or, ever (yo yo) Heh, I'mma show ya the power of the beast I'mma make ya shower on yo sheets Could been up out of water, I'm no fraud and this livin' That ocean breeze'll crush yo back, it's brisk, I call it liftin' I'm so Rich Gang and my gang rich, no broke sh**, no lame sh** Baby I will make that thang drip, that cray s**, that the same dick I don't want some, I want all of ya, ding ding, go warrior And when it's first done I'm callin' ya cause.. OOOWWW~! [Hook] [Birdman] Yeah, yeah, yeah Head strong, leg room got it on Different song, showed her how to hustle on Palm trees, hundred mil, no seed Out the pound, got it in til I saw a bead Yeah, swervin' in my new sh** b**hes smell the money runnin' when they see the chips Swaggin' on another flip Yachts and boats and mansions when we in this b**h Roll a seven, n***a hit 11 Uptown n***a hustle up in any weather Fly rich, fly b**h, n***a we the sh** Poppin' GT Vodka, n***a born rich [Hook] {*T-Rone plays a guitar solo to the end*}