Timbaland - Servin lyrics
[Intro: Timbaland] Yeah DJ Timmy Tim 2016 baby This drink got me feelin some type a way You can't f** with me now baby [Verse 1: Blaze Servin] Matte Black Bentley coupe frog eyes on em Servin chia pet, got that dog food on em Cameras at the trap house i hit the zoom on em Martin Jello, Michael Jackson b**h i'm moon walking I just cook dope with baking soda, animals Got the corners on me, they from Arizona High Top Louis Vuitton and I got them Loafers I just grabbed the thighs spread the waters like i'm moses Stir it with the floss walk on water like it's Jesus Bad mama sita swear I gotta get her a visa Real trap sh** mafia Giovanni Fur on a n***a when I still itching money Chain sittin on me boy yo jacket dead stalling Ball man Jeans boy that shoes you got bizarre Outa space coupe boy I swear I toot the Martians Cyber Mexicano with iguana you a [?] [Chorus: Timbaland] Just sold a lot a dummies I ran off with the money Count up, Blue hunnids Percy got me walking like a zombie I got a fetish for the money (I got a fetish for the money) My finger itchin' for the money All I wanted was the money Money counting, counted hunnids [Verse 2: Blaze Servin] So f** a painter act I pull up to TMV Fast and Furious coupe motorsport Vin Diesel Water, water, water, got them ice cubes on em I just made a movie just like Ice Cube on em Crits up the club for that n***a dead [?] One and only n***a with that pocked head loose Feeling just like Meechy when i walk just like engini Got them hunnids on me and they blue just like Givenchy Wolf on wall street boy i feel just like Leo Green humble matrix, boy i'm in here just like Neo I just bought a diamond but they on me sub-zero Ran up with the Tech to check wan-gino Strapped with Smith & Wesson you won't never see me stressing Club you can guess it 40 diamond VVS-ing Turnt up for the summer but my side b**h a lessin' Money calling I can't stall it, gotta go collect it [Chorus: Timbaland] I just sold a lot a dummies I ran off with the money (count up) Blue hunnids, percy got me wash like it's summer I got a fetish for the money I got a fetish for the money I'm faking issues for the money All I wanted was the money Money counting count up [Verse 3: PC Tweezie] All black Bentley coupe dripping sauce on em Thousand dollar shoes got me scared to walk on em Floating on this purse preacher going dolph on em Free all the real n***as i'm the one who talk for em Panamera Porshe drop the top and hit the corner Eating Bentley Hummer I remember it was just baloney It's a cold summer I can't lie i'm a road runner I feel like Master P i'm bout to get me a old Hummer [Chorus: Timbaland] I just sold a lot a dummies I ran off with the money (count up) Blue hunnids, percy got me wash like it's summer I got a fetish for the money I got a fetish for the money I'm faking issues for the money All I wanted was the money Money counting count up