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My thief in the night So sweet, the way you lie Ah, those dollar signs in your eyes Stop actin' so shy Come and get your money Come get it, come get it, come get it What your friends tell ya 'bout me? You want me to NFL ya, you want that NBA check Pop somethin' at Coachella, Margiela Oh, you want that old me But right now I'm kinda feelin' like Pimp C, I can't hold you Just pay the shit, it's just a couple coupes and I'm over you When old love turns jealous My new love is overzealous I'm in the middle, Margiela Jump in the wagon, over here floatin' like Aladdin She rubbin' on me, wishin' for shit She gotta have it Thick lips, that black magic Whippin' this thang, swervin' in and out of my lane Get a grip, that's what I'm doin' Fill her up, that's what I'm doin' Steering wheel at the same time, that '24 with low miles She talkin' that rock-star shit, she talkin' in bad bitch SongtexteYou ain't shit, she said, "You ain't either." What if I told the world? She said, "Who'd believe ya?" Come and get your money Come get it, come get it, come get it What your friends tell ya 'bout me? You want me to NFL ya, you want that NBA check Pop somethin' at Coachella, Margiela Oh, you want that old me But right now I'm kinda feelin' like Pimp C, I can't hold you Just pay the shit, it's just a couple coupes and I'm over you When old love turns jealous My new love is overzealous I'm in the middle, Margiela She's tryna make things right Just pullin' me back in, pullin' me back in, my new girl keep Askin' 'bout us, and I'm like You don't wanna know, girl, shut the door, let it go And leave the past right there, and get that ass over here In the air right there Let me put this picture in your perfect frame Come make me fall in love again I swear that we would never change But while I'm fuckin' you, all I fuckin' see is her face Get a grip, that's what I'm doin' Paint her lips, that's what I'm doin' When I left her I swore that I'd be fine Now I can't seem to find my mind Now you both see the dog nigga in me All I see is fog from the Remy, I care You thought I should've cared more I could say the same, I could lay the blame on you But there's only one thing a rich nigga can do Come and get your money Come get it, come get it, come get it What your friends tell ya 'bout me? You want me to NFL ya, you want that NBA check Pop somethin' at Coachella, Margiela Oh, you want that old me But right now I'm kinda feelin' like Pimp C, I can't hold you Just pay the shit, it's just a couple coupes and I'm over you When old love turns jealous My new love is overzealous I'm in the middle, Margiela I'm in the middle You want me to love you, but when you love me You want it fair, find any way to be here Now that I'm not there no more She's tryna make things right Just pullin' me back in, pullin' me back in Margiela Aus Songtexte Mania