Put It Down Will Singe & Fortafy (Ft. Rob Vegas)

[Intro: Will Singe]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Will Singe]
Tell ‘em bottles on us (On us), only if these hoes turn up (Woo, woo)
But she know that I came here to fuck
Get more beef in the junk and I show ‘em no love
Tell her back it up, let me grab it
Tell her I don't give a fuck who her man is
I'ma beat, beat, beat it, Michael Jackson
Mr. Steal Yo Girl, homie, I'm a pussy magnet
Tell me he ain't winning, you know they keep tryna hit it
I put on for my city
Hands up, if you fucking tonight ‘cause...

[Hook: Will Singe]
I'm gon' put it down
I'm gon' put it down (Down, down, down) down
I'm gon' put it down
I'ma beat it up like a pro, tell me baby when you wanna go
I'm gon' put it down
Leave your boyfriend at the door, you already know how it go
I'm gon' put it down

[Verse 2: Fortafy]
MOB, money over bitches
She been on my Instagram liking all my pictures
MOB, money over bitches
She been on my phone, she been tryna send me kisses
For real though, you fucking with a winner
Haters all follow while I'm talking 'bout Twitter
I been hot all summer, yeah I'm cold like the winter
Guess I grind hard we never had dinner
Growing up was a struggle, had a dream it's a faith
I could blow a couple stacks, got money in the safe
Kid with the vision then the gorgeous face
Don't pressure my grind in the longest race
If I want it, I get it, I got it, I grind
Dozens ain't enough man, I got money on my mind
Learnt my hustle from the OGs
She said, You could put it down like you own me, what's up?