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DJ Khaled!

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

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

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

Money stalking me, its the money talk to me
So if you ain't 'bout money then don't talk to me (shh)
I work with boys, I keep a fork on me, (skrt)
I'm in my top but won't let you get the drop on me (catch up)
I keep the yop on me and seems to follow me
I take my to the mall, my pistol shop with me
That bitch is me, and young niggas admire me
Yeah, but I'm a product of the streets so they won't me

Can't let you me off the streets you know I got kids
And more major than a locksmith
I could you niggas how to rock this
My bed was a pallet on the
My ride was a bus MARTA
Pillow of Estee Lauder
Nigga, I'm allergic to a
Nothing but foreign in my garage, ah

Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I for
Sunday, you go to church though
I still bless you, but you what come first 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 gon' me give up everything I worked for

I'm takin' risks, she takin' pills, takin'
Day job night job, Jamaican
I stick to the basics, not a bitch
You deserve a young legendary
Heartthrob speeding up your
these others hoes secondary
I even cheat with my secretary
Faithful to you even I'm on road
Even if I'm on a coast
I'mma still you feel close, mama
I'm addicted to ass and titties
When you dance the bedroom turn to Magic
Got my ass hundreds, fifties
Outta thin air, thats magic tricking
I you to the Caribbean
Make your mind as clear as the you swimming in
In and out bitch like we amphibians
I won't change you up next season for chick like they did Aunt Vivian
I'mma put you on the businesses, divy up the dividends
I'mma you what the fuck commitment is, baby
Make me give up I worked for
You make me give
Girl you me wanna leave the one I'm with
Start a new relationship with you, this feel déjà vu

Make me give up everything I for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you got to church though
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, what they pray to church for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for