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DJ Khaled!

Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't go to church
I still bless you, but you know come first though
me give up everything I worked for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what pray to church for
You gon' make me give up I worked for

You gon' get Rollie off the wrist, yeah
You gon' have my full of all your pics, yeah
You gon' have me in and out of town
You said you've losing weight and dropping pounds
Damn, I think I'm to leave the one I'm with
Start a new relationship you, this is what you do
I had you twelve but you came right after at two
I could anything I'd want but I still want you
the truth
I'm not really into the
Just me and you the tinted windows
While you throwing all innuendos
We just finna fuck up all the at the SLS
That's LA confidential, show me everything you've been through
We only do we meant to like, woah
This that titties on the glass, the curtains shit
This that you in the air, no service dick
that call his ass right now, say you're deserting him
This that call him while we fucking so he the shit

me give up everything I worked for
You make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you go to church though
I still bless you, but you what come first though
me give up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I for
Sunday, what they pray to church for
You gon' make me give up I worked for

Money stalking me, its like the talk to me
So if you ain't talking 'bout money then talk to me (shh)
I work with dope boys, I a fork on me, (skrt)
I'm in my drop top but let you get the drop on me (catch up)
I keep the yop on me and seems to follow me
I my pistol to the mall, my pistol shop with me
That bitch is jockin' me, and niggas admire me
Yeah, but I'm a product of the streets so won't hire me

Can't let you play me off the streets you know I got
And more keys than a locksmith
I could you niggas how to rock this
My bed was a pallet on the
My ride was a bus MARTA
full of Estee Lauder
Nigga, I'm to a charger
Nothing but cars in my garage, ah

Make me give up everything I for
You gon' make me give up everything I for
Sunday, you ain't go to though
I still bless you, but you know what come first
Make me give up everything I for
You make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what they to church for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for

I'm risks, she takin' pills, takin' pics
Day job job, Jamaican shit
I to the basics, not a basic bitch
You deserve a young legendary
Heartthrob speeding up respiratory
Treat these others hoes
I couldn't even with my secretary
Faithful to you even when I'm on
if I'm on a different coast
I'mma still you feel close, mama
I'm addicted to ass and titties
you dance the bedroom turn to Magic City
Got my ass hundreds, fifties
Outta thin air, yeah magic tricking
I you to the Caribbean
Make your as clear as the water you swimming in
In and out that like we amphibians
I won't change you up season for another chick like they did Aunt Vivian
put you on the businesses, I'mma divy up the dividends
I'mma show you what the fuck is, baby
Make me give up everything I for
You make me give
Girl you make me wanna leave the one I'm
a new relationship with you, this feel like déjà vu

Make me give up I worked for
You make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't got to church
I still bless you but you what come first
Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what they pray to for
You gon' make me give up everything I for