Yung Humma - U GOTTA WORK lyrics

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Yung Humma - U GOTTA WORK lyrics

[Intro] Humma: Hmm you know I bought you a lot today right? Moonrock: That wasn't a lot Humma: I mean I don't mind as long as we play later Moonrock: Play, you gotta work harder than that Humma: Chick please [Hook: Moonrock & Yung Humma] What you trying to do? Sex your body I'm not that type of girl I'm sorry What you mean? You gotta work What you mean? You gotta work I'm not that type of girl I'm sorry Take me on a date, dinner by the lake Imma make you wait, so you know I'm not that type of girl [Verse 1: Moonrock] Ever met a man with a plan? Two tickets first cla**, on a flight to Japan. (No coach) You think cause you is pretty you in need of a man? But you not the type of chick going home with the band. (No you) On stage throwing the bands I want moonlit rocks in the sand Pick me up with your mom in the van Before you try to put moon rocks on my hand Cause Moonrock is only seen with the finest Please address me as your highness Shouts to the queen can't wine and dine us All gold grills my touch like Midas Moony, I'm not that type of girl I'm not that type of chick I get it on my own Girls like that just make me sick [Hook] Verse 2: Yung Humma] So many chicks think cause they cute They got the right to put a dude through crazy hoops Doings this, doing that, spending all his loot But then when it's time to put it in she give the man the boot What you mean when you say that you're not that type? She wasn't saying that when I bought her that flight And the clothes and the gifts she asked for that night Now I can't get close; wait that ain't right Cause she coming at Humma like a gold digger Hmmmmmmm she going to get done. (You think) When she get some of his due diligence Humma don't mind if he just want some Now if you get mad at me because I call you a tease You better bring that down fifteen degrees The way you cherish your body Is how I cherish my wallet If I can't cash out I won't make a deposit [Hook] [Verse 3: Moonrock] I'm sorry i'm sorry trying to play me like Atari Want to hunt me like safari Just cause i'm the life of the party Too many wolves trying to holla at the moon Always trying to cuff after one afternoon My plate too full, no I don't have room Trying to fork all knife when I just want to spoon I'm fine don't front, do what I want Think i'm impressed by the bump in your trunk Think i'm going to shake that junk in my trunk Think i'm going to hand you what you want You like those type of girls I'm not that type of chick You go and play that game I draft only first round picks [Hook]

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