Tell Me Erica Banks (Ft. Ralo)

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[Intro: Erica Banks]
(Will, what that is?)
(Hahaha, hey, Moe)
XO think he all that (Baby, tell me)
[Chorus: Erica Banks]
Baby, tell me
How you gettin' money in them jeans? (Huh?)
Baby, tell me
Why you wanna come and be with me? (Okay)
Baby, tell me
How you wanna eat it from the back (Ah)
Baby, tell me
That you really love me 'fore I spazz (Fuck)
[Verse 1: Erica Banks]
He my favorite type, he legit, he just do work, for real
I met him in Atlanta on a Sunday, I'm a flirt, for real
She be in Miami on a boat, I be in Turks, for real
Bitches talkin' down up on my name, they must be hurt for real (Huh, huh)
Damn, bitch, how you try to stunt and you a fan? (Huh?)
Damn, sis, how you up, but can't even count a band?
She on fan shit, I'm the bitch they love to hate, but lurk on (Ho)
Serving niggas, bitch, I get my serve on (Fuck)
[Chorus: Erica Banks & Ralo]
Baby, tell me
How you gettin' money in them jeans? (Huh?)
Baby, tell me
Why you wanna come and be with me? (Okay)
Baby, tell me
How you wanna eat it from the back (Ah)
Baby, tell me
That you really love me 'fore I spazz (Yeah)