2 Chainz - Make You Somebody (Feat Sterling Simms, Tyga, Travis Porter) Lyrics
[Intro]Alright Girls , Get Up! You Know What That MeansThere's Money Upstairs !Come On ! Lets Go ! Lets Get it ! Big Money ![Chorus]I Say What's Up Wit it ?You Gonna Work Your BodyI'mma Throw Out These Tips,I'mma Make You Somebody.Let Me Call You My *****,Let Me Call You my *****,Can I Call You my *****?Yea, Yea Yea Yeaaa. (x2)[Verse 1: Sterling Simms]You Know When its us,You Can Smell the Great Dutch in the Air, Air, Airrrr!Got a Fist Full of TwentysDon't be a Dummy Girl,Bring that Over Here, Here, Yeaaa.Said, Don’t be Acting Bougie About it, Like you were Buff,And No I’m Not your Groupie or Trying to Fall in Love.Take a Couple Shots, Girl get Bad,Turn Around, Let me See Your Body Bend.I'mma Catch you up on Your Rear.Yea, Tonight I’m Gonna Make you Somebody, yeaTonight I’m Gonna Make you Somebody, baby.[Chorus]I Say What's Up Wit it ?You Gonna Work Your BodyI'mma Throw Out These Tips,I'mma Make You Somebody.Let Me Call You My *****,Let Me Call You my *****,Can I Call You my *****?Yea, Yea Yea Yeaaa. (x2)[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]Shawty Wanna be Famous,Ass so big, Put her on my A List,And I Land her like Acres, She Next to me like a NeighborI Started Down with her Ankles, I Moved up to her Naval,My Next Move is FatalOne Leg on the Bed, Other on the TableIt’s Going Down like Escalator,Ben Franklin and the Twenty Separate,Trynna Get her Body ********** Y'all, No ContraceptionDon't Roll Like That,Showing Y'all Suckas,You ain't Never Really Ever Evenn Saw Like ThatBall Like That, ***** Your GirlAnd If the ***** Good, We at the Mall Like That[Verse 3: Tyga]AaahhhhGotta Whole Lotta Hundreds,Ten Thousand in my Pocket, Right Now , Right NowCan I Make You a OfferHow Much Gon' Cost Just to Take You DownI Got it, You Know itLet Me Cash You Out , Here Hold ThisSpit Game So Tight,Think I Wrote ThisBaby Lets Move Forward, Get FocusedDon't Tell Your Mama, That You *****ing With a BallerAlready Got all this Gold Shit, OnnnTrynna be LowkeyGot Your Favorite Bad ***** Trynna Blow MeRoley, Rolex, RelaxSay She Just Gave Me Head, Leaned Over in the Front SeatDark Tint, So They Don't See,Get it Off Slowly, High as they Know Me[Chorus]I Say What's Up Wit it ?You Gonna Work Your BodyI'mma Throw Out These Tips,I'mma Make You Somebody.Let Me Call You My *****,Let Me Call You my *****,Can I Call You my *****?Yea, Yea Yea Yeaaa. (x2)I Gonna make you somebody, girl.
