The Ways Lyrics - 90059 - Jay Rock

Wait, I understand the love, but I just wanted some freak shit. Like, I didn't want the... And the fingers don't count 

Bitch, I know about you 

Hanging with LaQuita brought the hoe up out you 

And now you acting like you don't know about it 

Look I ain't really tripping, want some more about you 

Now wait a minute 

Bitch, I know about you 

Why you snitching when nobody know about it 

That's the wrong way to try to go about it 

They go take your ass out with no deposit 

Now pay attention 

And that's the way 

Pussy on my hotline, that's the way 

Plans on my trap phone that's the way 

Numbers in my paper bag, that's the way 

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She gon' pop bottles, that's fo sho 

When we roll up, she roll up, that's fo sho 

She love ridin' high, sittin' low, that's fo sho 

Don't matter where we go 

Fo sho 

I know you heard about me 

Walk mellow talk mellow, plus I'm quiet as fuck 

My exterior composed, but inside I'm a nut 

And after drinks and a blunt, I'm redesigning your strut 

Got you rewinding and take, wiling and smiling and such 

Keep your vagina in touch, dialing my line in a cut 

This hydrophonic and got you hot with the bottles and bubs 

On top of that, this dick and dollars done got you in love 

Now wait a minute 

That's the way 

Pussy on my hotline, that's the way 

Plans on my trap phone, that's the way 

Numbers in my paper bag, that's the way 

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She gon' pop bottles, that's fo sho 

When we roll up, she roll up, that's fo sho 

She love ridin' high, sittin' low, that's fo sho 

Don't matter where we go 

Fo sho 

Big money, all hunnids 

How you want it, we can run it 

Ten boppers, they swing 

Drop it low, do your thang, do your thang 

Big money, all hunnids 

How you want it, we can run it 

Ten boppers, they swing 

Drop it low, do your thang, do your thang 

That's the way 

Pussy on my hotline, that's the way 

Plans on my trap phone that's the way 

Numbers in my paper bag, that's the way 

She gon' pop bottles, that's fo sho 

When we roll up, she roll up, that's fo sho 

She love ridin' high, sittin' low, that's fo sho 

Don't matter where we go 

Fo sho