​big time rush! Yung Keeta (Ft. ​d0llywood1)

[Chorus: keeta]
She send her home, we don't show it enough
Lowkey mad you ain't blowing it up
And the AMG come show me love
Making out, girl, while we lighting a blunt
She choosing me 'cause I'm showing her fun
Hit from the back, then I hit from the front
I'm getting cash, I get a ton
I'm looking back, like, look what we done
I'm looking back, like, look where we from
She gimme bread, like, you so dumb
You so bad, want you so much
I want you big time, no rush
You so flexible, girl, toe touch
"It's like 3 AM," so what?
We smoke blunts and we pull up
Cuban so childish, go up

[Verse 1: keeta]
Can't keep my eyes on the road
Uh, do I gotta take you home?
Uh, you can come back to my crib if you want
It's okay if you don't
I wouldn't call her a ho
Lil' shawty have fun fo' sure
High as a god, I'm high as a drone
I get a lil' teasy, get loans
I'm independent, boy, you owned
They like, "All of yo' friends is funny"
I know you just want me 'cause I get money
I act like I'm stupid, mistake, I'm a dummy
I get Celine, yeah, I'm so clumsy
He not the one, like, do you trust him?
I get a Glock out, b-b-bust him
Thinking 'bout cash, ain't no discussion
I keep a 'K on me just like a Russian