Sing For Me Lyrics - Singles - The Midi Mafia

Ricky Ross 

Elijah Blake, ha 

It's Big Money Business right here 

She took a gamble with your boy 

Now it's tailor-made, Tory Burches, the awards 

Staying out late copping steaks with your boy 

First class, duffel bags, count cake with your boy 

All I did was sport a new Mercedes with a spoiler 

Took her from the hood, we jetted to Bora Bora 

Swimming in salt water, spent a mill before the chorus 

Ballin' out bitch, why my net worth enormous 

Tats on my chest, dead homies on my back 

Run that hotel, pink house full of reps 

Swag, two stacks for the belly boost 

Name still ringing up and down these avenues 

Good girls like to go right for you 

You ask me where my heart at 

You should already know, oh boy 

Your girlfriend don't last till you everything first class 

That's just what I be on, oh 

Flashing lights, all in my eyes 

You're in my ear like the sweetest melody 

So girl sing for me, girl sing for me 

I tell her sing for me, 

She just wanna sing for me 

She ain't 'bout them love songs, 

She want that real talk 

Sing for me, she just want to sing for me 

All up in my air, my air, my air 

Keep it right there, right there, right there 

Oh wow 

When you leave coming right back 

Tell you, he coming right back 

Tell it like salt in your water, oh 

Independent making RX, 

God forbid if I need girl you got that 

That's what love is for, oh 

Flashing lights, all in my eyes 

You're in my ear like the sweetest melody 

So girl sing for me, girl sing for me 

I tell her sing for me, 

She just wanna sing for me 

She ain't 'bout them love songs, 

She want that real talk 

Sing for me, she just want to sing for me 

All up in my air, my air, my air 

Keep it right there, right there, right there 

Oh wow 

You know your boy off Ciroc 

Throwing toys off the yacht 

And your boy spit classic like beans throw up rock 

And she fuck with the (boy) 'cause I have her like 

I got the Frank Muller, Rolexes 

Fuck around Constantine in my old Lexus 

Hugh blows in that AP, no Peterson 

You ragging and we AD, no weed again 

So we going to see my SA home 

Take a hit and feel like Cam'ron oh 

And I got it from Luigi, that's my 

His kush have you like 

Now we back on the Westside, highway S5 

Purple clouds, I can see Aaliyah and Left Eye 

And my Benz trunk be like it's Best Buy 

I tell her sing for me, 

She just wanna sing for me 

She ain't 'bout them love songs, 

She want that real talk 

Sing for me, she just want to sing for me (You might get it baby) 

All up in my air, my air, my air 

Keep it right there, right there, right there 

Oh wow