Like That (feat. Gucci Mane) - Doja Cat

It's Gucci Mane and Bruno That's one dynamic duo A lot of women want me But I'm in love with you though Your ex is unimportant That boy can't even afford it I drive so many foreigns Baby I should be deported I got a condo in Manhattan Baby girl, what's hatnin'? You and your ass invited So gon' and get to clappin' So pop it for a player Pop, pop it for me Turn around and drop it for a player Drop, drop it for me I'll rent a beach house in Miami Wake up with no jammies (Nope) Lobster tail for dinner Julio serve that scampi (Julio!) You got it if you want it Got, got it if you want it Said you got it if you want it Take my wallet if you want it now Jump in the Cadillac, girl, let's put some miles on it Anything you want, just to put a smile on it You deserve it baby, you deserve it all And I'm gonna give it to you Gold jewelry shining so bright Strawberry champagne on ice Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Sex by the fire at night Silk sheets and diamonds all white Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like I'm talkin' trips to Puerto Rico Say the word and we go You can be my freaka Girl, I'll be a fleeko, mamacita I will never make a promise that I can't keep I promise that your smile ain't gon' never leave Shopping sprees in Paris Everything 24 karats Take a look in that mirror Now tell me who's the fairest Is it you? (is it you?) Is it me? (is it me?) Say it's us (say it's us) and I'll agree, baby Jump in the Cadillac, girl, let's put some miles on it Anything you want, just to put a smile on it You deserve it baby, you deserve it all And I'm gonna give it to you Gold jewelry shining so bright Strawberry champagne on ice Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Sex by the fire at night Silk sheets and diamonds all white Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like If you say you want a good time Well here I am baby, here I am baby Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me Tell me what's on your mind (what's on your mind) If you want it, girl come and get it All this is here for you Tell me baby, tell me, tell me baby What you tryna do Babe, I like the way you touch me But love the way you fuck me Girl, ain't no need for frontin' 'Cause you're my type of woman Wanna fly you out the country To show you how I'm stuntin' (ya) 'Cause you got what I'm wanting And I got all this money (It's Gucci) Gold jewelry shining so bright Strawberry champagne on ice Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Sex by the fire at night Silk sheets and diamonds all white Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like

Got dogs on the chains don't let em get loose Sippin rich man juice thats a fo and a deuce All my cars ain't got no roof And I plead not guilty they ain't got no proof Look in my closet I ain't got no suits Two thousand dollar shirt, four thousand dollar boots Broke ass nigga ain't got no clue I'm so rich I could buy yo troops Gucci going broke? You a god damn fool Bitch so bad I'mma put her through school These rap niggas dont move like me When I move hundred y'all niggas gone move You can run up but what it gon' prove? Gucci Mane put you on the god damn news Whole lotta ice and buncha tattoos If ya choose me baby than ya know ya cain't lose Baby got that fat back, and that's that Pocket got them fat stacks, and that's that Pull up in a whats that, and that's that Worth a million bust that, and that's that (If its my show than the club packed, and that's that) (And ya might not get yo bitch back, and that's that) (Yeah I'm smokin' on that loud pack, and that's that) (That's dro-oh-oh) Gotta bitch so bad, look ya give her note pad Write it down on the book cause the bitch so bad Front seat of the jag and her boyfriend mad Sliding down South Beach with the Georgia tag Swag so bad she'll ignore yo ass Bossed up bitch employ yo ass Red bottom heels and they match her bag And she ridin' round the city just droppin' off swag Real fat ass, do you got a man? I gotta ask I gotta ask Hunned yard dash for the cash I threw And my car so fast I'll lose yo ass Ho so bad that she got you blinded Kill her with kindness ya buyin her diamonds Oh my I like the way you bend Bitch so fine I'mma move her in Hold up stop man damn I'm trippin' Last thing I need to do is move that bitch in Game work good, and real soon What can I say baby I'mma tycoon Gucci Mane I ain't finna jump no broom But tell ya girlfriend she can jump in too Whole lotta ice and bunch of tattoos If ya choose me baby then ya know ya cain't lose Baby got that fat back, and that's that Pocket got them fat stacks, and that's that Pull up in a whats that, and that's that Worth a million bust that, and that's that (If its my show than the club packed, and that's that) (And ya might not get yo bitch back, and that's that) (Yeah I'm smokin' on that loud pack, and that's that) (That's dro-oh-oh)

I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) Bitch, I make him eat it sloppy, I might make him clean it up (yeah) Make that nigga wanna top me, if he want me, eat it up (eat it up) I don't like these bitches in my Business, I don't sneak and fuck (yeah) I might give that ho her problem, Tell that bitch to keep it up, yeah, yeah We top floor with my top off Put it down on him, knock his socks off (uh) Show you bitches how to pimp a nigga He can't keep shit, he gotta drop it off (ayy) Pretty bitch, he like to brag on me (brag) Tryna put a new ass on me (ass) I'm so damn expensive, uh He know he gotta spend a bag on me (on God) I like bitches more, I like bitches who can pass the score (ayy) She want that Dior, I might make that ho get nasty for it I be sellin' niggas dreams, he like, "bae, talk to me nice" (duh) I'm so indecisive, but that nigga still gon' wanna wife it (uh-huh) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) These niggas try to be like Gucci but they need to stop it (skrrt) I get it off, put up the re-up, then fuck up the profit (yeah) I'm in my B truck with my feet up, gettin' some sloppy toppy (ugh) Pockets on Biggie and I love it when she call me papi (papi) Just came from Cali', spent a hundred thousand dollars shoppin' (well, damn) It ain't no budget, ain't no option, if I want it, cop it (go) She love it when I beat it up, she never tell me, "Stop it" (never) I let her see too much too quick, I hope she keep it silent (huh) I'm in the VIP, takin' a sip with my lil' pocket rocket (pop, pop) I'm just a dope boy from the six but I'm tryna buy the rockets (wow) I'm in the corner with QC, it's packed, it's body, body (bling) I hope that nobody try Wop 'cause he gon' hurt somebody (Wop) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah)

All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights Let's follow the crowd Baby we got to get out Let's get out of this town I want an ocean view, somewhere As long as I'm next to you, I don't care I don't wanna live my life in circles I just wanna find an empty road Let's get away from here, let's go All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights Let's follow the crowd Baby we got to get out Let's get out of this town (Ah, Kygo) I'm Gucci Mane, the champion I'm battling for the title (huh?) I got women say they love me I'm an American idol (wow) I don't like the practice quarter Million for recital I got fans all over in Africa Awaiting my arrival Five million, just on diamonds I call that a bridal shower 300k an hour and is really giving me power (power) Do I really love my, uh (what?) Or do I love her body? (Yah) Do she really love me? (Huh) Or do she love my money? It's Gucci! (Gucci) All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights Let's follow the crowd Baby we got to get out Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town