10 ShotsJordan Hollywood She want 10 shots of Tequila I don't know if we gon' make it But I know we gon' get faded Oh yeah so just don't stop when I need ya Oh yeah just don't stop when I need ya Cuz if you take one shot, I'm takin' two more But if I take two shots, then you take a few more Drink it all down, drink it all down You gotta... Don't stop, get it. Don't stop, bitch get it Don't stop, get it. Don't stop, bitch get it Don't stop, get it. Don't stop, drink it all down When you drink it all down I'm just in the cut, bout to go in Shorty want a pitcher like the bullpen 10 shots like a full clip, I ain't wit the bullshit I don't even know her like Joe Kim My homie got the Tecs like Best buy Ride her once, take her back like a test drive I'm at the crib gettin' high til the next day God damn, what you really call a red eye I know, V12 when I pull out I use to be broke but I'm good now My pops told me to play my cards right A lot of bitches at the crib that's a full house I know some hoes ain't bout shit But my girl go both ways, that's a round trip Straight to the room, no playin' today Your pussy like a bed, I wanna lay in it Can we just fight second and then fuck first We take painkillers because love hurts And that truth hurts, yeah time heals But I ain't got time to make shit work, no way And I ain't worried bout no other bitches But it be different when the liquor kicks in One shot of Ciroc, yeah one shot, don't stop Everything be grade A but I prefer all top Let's get it, let's get it I be throwing racks, ain't worried bout tax Spent 20 on sacks, don't worry bout that I'll make it all back, hop in this shit 50 Hop out that 'Lac, all your hoes whack And they wavin' at me, like I drive cabs Now throw that ass back, and that pussy be poppin' That's a massage, these bitches ain't nothin' My niggas bang bros, all of these hoes We teamin' nem, no wrestlin' Where your man at, you ain't took, where your hand at Cuz you stuck up where your friends at, where them bands at Got the leather from the seats in my Benz wet, cuz she like it She drunk in love, bitch you cuttin' up I met you in the VIP, I just wanna fuck Order 20 bottles of Ciroc, 10 bottles of that Ace Got the club lookin' like the 4th of July, that's a CMG Parade Shorty shake that ass like Twerk Team Miley Cyrus my whip clean I got two girls and they like girls And they lick each other like ice cream These True's shorty, no tight jeans I'm cool shorty but I might seem a little arrogant I don't fuck with you, on celibate Street nigga but I act intelligent You can find me in the club where the light be No these niggas don't like me But they poppin' bottles tryna be like me Ass so fat shorty throw it back like thirsty Walkin' thru my house, no panties with a jersey And I ain't worried bout no other bitches But it be different once the liquor kicks in She wants 10 shots of Tequila

Fake love, fake love Fake love, fake love Fake love, fake love, ooh Fake love Fake love, fake love Fake love, fake love Even my family don't understand me Even my homies still don't got a plan B Leaching off my energy (energy) We was friends (friends) but now we're enemies (enemies) Now we're coming to an end of negativity And let's not pretend you kept it real with me I been solo dolo (dolo) Tryna watch how I move, I knew you so, oh Like, "How's your shits?", what you say I listen to you everyday Fake love, fake love Fake love, fake love Even my family don't understand me Even my homies still don't got a plan B Your love never meant that much to me I don't even know how you fuck for me Used to have my task bar Yeah, bitch, don't fuck up, I wish you South Bucks Real nigga from the east, main bitch smart So I'ma pay for her boots, she don't want a car Hold it down for me, maybe I'll change one day Before I let her, might try it one day Back then we was friends, I was straight on you Real recognize real, I'ma wait for you Bitches follow me up first, us against the world All 'em times you was callin', I was with a girl I know it broke your heart to see me with another bitch Then you had a baby, keep it real, I was sick You was raised on the seven, I was raised on the six Rich forever, free them boys Fake love, fake love Fake love, fake love Even my family don't understand me Even my homies still don't got a plan B Fake love, fake love Fake love, fake love Even my family (family) don't understand me (understand me) Even my homies (homies) still don't got a plan B (plan B)