Ty Dolla Sign (Ty Dolla $ign) - Like I do lyrics

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] I be so high I can't think straight f** ten times went on no dates She asked me for some money, shoulda seen my face f** her at the hotel, not my place Till she go to sleep I asked her whose it is, she said only me When I f** her on top, she get on to me Look me all in my eyes, she want more of me [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] No, he can't f** you like I do f** you like I do it girl, f** you like I do You ain't satisfied with your n***a, tell the truth He can't f** you like I do it girl, f** you like I do Aaah (x8) [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] Street n***a, rubber bands Stripper poll, stripper stands Front to back, chest to chest Pull her hair (pullin' her), you know the rest I just want, turn it, turn it, (yeah) Shawty thick, and she learn it Won't tap, but it's right back to the money And I just wanna f**, she just wanna cuddle Don't ask me for no money, you may get in trouble Street n***a I hustle, ratchet b**hes I love 'em Bougie b**hes I love 'em, lame n***as they cuff 'em Wanna street n***a in your presence Your boyfriend in trouble I contact, we done that, in that Maybach on leather And you already know it [Hook] [Verse 3: French Montana] Threw a hundred on the watch, put the time in Shawty grindin' side to side like a violin Crib 36 Chambers, I'm from Shaolin Threw 30 in the clip, made it smile Money gotta whole lot of it Gold chains, gold bottles New crib, my college, one plane, four pilots All she say is "do it, do it, do it, do it, do" I, make the money and blew it, threw it Gucci, Louis Vuitton And I heard that n***a, he be talkin' 'bout me When she with that n***a, she be talkin' 'bout me Hopped up out the Wraith to the Porsche drop Watch the doors go up and the jaws drop [Hook] [Outro: Jeremih] Call me, if he don't arrive Call me and, what side you on girl? Just let me know, you down to ride Nothing to it, it's whatever babe It's whatever baby, yeah