[Chorus: Paul Law]
Spend the night with a G
'Cause we ain't gon' hurt nobody
Spend the night with a G
'Cause we ain't gon' hurt nobody
Spend the night with a G
'Cause we ain't gon' hurt nobody
Spend the night with a G
'Cause we ain't gon' hurt nobody
[Verse 1: Rock Money]
Well first of all I come with players [?]
You couldn't even rule your bitch
Well here's a nigga that rules the whole fuckin' galaxy
Jealous me I'm the baddest, I'm the coldest I'm a poet
I get so many responses when I let these bitches know it
I got gin, I got juice, a deadly combination
I keep lyrics I produce, with bomb compensation
I get down in dirty seven I got to get you on your knees
Dub my money on the Benz so I can fuck you with my T shit
Let these hoes tell it, and I'm the boss
I get in it from behind then I make a special sauce
Tossin' my salad, makes the freak invalid
Plus you callin' my name out while we fuckin' to my palace
Bad as they come, leaving you numb
But that's just the dick and I get wicked with the tongue then I'm king 'em
I can't be modest [?] is what they call us
Just a second word of meaning makes me pull up the exotic
Must you not, I'm paying mami two games
We gotta fuck 'til we either one of us is physically drained
It's same [?] now ready and willing to 56
Leavin' my niggas with blue balls and hard dicks
Ladies prepare for this 'cause game I got
Why stick the simple niggas? Now our game a lot
This for my niggas out there this worse for me
So roll the dice, spend the night out with a G
Spend the night with a G
'Cause we ain't gon' hurt nobody
Spend the night with a G
'Cause we ain't gon' hurt nobody
Spend the night with a G
'Cause we ain't gon' hurt nobody
Spend the night with a G
'Cause we ain't gon' hurt nobody
[Verse 1: Rock Money]
Well first of all I come with players [?]
You couldn't even rule your bitch
Well here's a nigga that rules the whole fuckin' galaxy
Jealous me I'm the baddest, I'm the coldest I'm a poet
I get so many responses when I let these bitches know it
I got gin, I got juice, a deadly combination
I keep lyrics I produce, with bomb compensation
I get down in dirty seven I got to get you on your knees
Dub my money on the Benz so I can fuck you with my T shit
Let these hoes tell it, and I'm the boss
I get in it from behind then I make a special sauce
Tossin' my salad, makes the freak invalid
Plus you callin' my name out while we fuckin' to my palace
Bad as they come, leaving you numb
But that's just the dick and I get wicked with the tongue then I'm king 'em
I can't be modest [?] is what they call us
Just a second word of meaning makes me pull up the exotic
Must you not, I'm paying mami two games
We gotta fuck 'til we either one of us is physically drained
It's same [?] now ready and willing to 56
Leavin' my niggas with blue balls and hard dicks
Ladies prepare for this 'cause game I got
Why stick the simple niggas? Now our game a lot
This for my niggas out there this worse for me
So roll the dice, spend the night out with a G
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