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Genres: Hip-Hop

Eyes On Me Lyrics - Clipse

I keeps that dirty money, I'm talkin' fast cash 

I'm talkin' razor shavin', I'm talkin' duffle bags 

I'm talkin' you can count it papi it's all there 

I'm talkin' cookin' up that 'Slumdog Millionare' 

 

I like them fast girls, who like them fast cars 

Who rather sell it to ya than ask for more tomorrow 

I know those YSL platforms ain't comin' cheap 

And plus I like to show, I gets it from the streets 

 

I'm gettin' dressed like I belong on TV 

Settle for less, hell no, that wouldn't be me 

Hate now all eyes on me, pay it now I skipped the line for free 

Bass loud how it's got to be, hate now all eyes on me 

 

I see your name in lights, your face on the big screen 

Let's cruise drop the top you deserve to be seen 

Rockin' them Prada goggles, you're my next top model 

Your style like Jackie, yo now just sit back and let 'em marvel 

 

I know you see this paper I bet you count my cash 

Countless trips to sex with her make Kata Perkin bags 

New [Incomprehensible] let that quench your thirst 

Damn right those bitches hate 'cause they just mad you had it first 

 

I'm gettin' dressed like I belong on TV 

Settle for less, hell no, that wouldn't be me 

Hate now all eyes on me, hate now I skipped the line for free 

Bass loud how it's got to be, hate now all eyes on me 

 

Jockin' my swag I'll pop tags, you'll be borrowin' 

No drinks in here ya'll thirsty, we be swallowin' 

Don't matter where I go those haters be followin' me 

So hate now 

 

I know what girls like, know what you lookin' for 

Them tights is fittin' right, you hyped them up some more 

You pulled that hair back stick, that ass out for them boys to see 

You damn near broke your heel from posin' tryin' to catch a G 

 

Gucci, Fendi, Louis, your man don't do that, do he? 

Now take the stage, the floor is yours come on let's make a movie 

Work that camera mama, rip that runway baby 

Now pop yo collar, see them dollar signs is why they hate me 

 

I'm gettin' dressed like I belong on TV 

Settle for less, hell no, that wouldn't be me 

Hate now all eyes on me, pay it now I skipped the line for free 

Bass loud how it's got to be, hate now all eyes on me 

 

She know that, uh, she know that, uh 

Yes sir, uh, she know that, uh, yes sir 

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