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DJ Khaled!

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

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

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 you, but you know what come first though
Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I for
Sunday, that's what pray to church for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for

Money stalking me, its like the money to me
So if you ain't 'bout money then don't talk to me (shh)
I work dope boys, I keep 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 trouble seems to me
I take my pistol to the mall, my pistol with me
bitch is jockin' me, and young niggas admire me
Yeah, but I'm a product of the streets so won't hire me

Can't let you me off the streets you know I got kids
And more keys than a locksmith
I could teach you how to rock this
My bed was a on the carpet
My was a bus named MARTA
full of Estee Lauder
Nigga, I'm allergic to a
but foreign cars in my garage, ah

Make me give up 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 what come though
Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what they to church for
You make me give up everything I worked for

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

me give up everything 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 though
Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what they to church for
You make me give up everything I worked for