Tight Rope (feat. Trey Songz)

Zaytoven

Hey, hey

Said she want it all, let's see how the night go

Swear I want 'em all, I just need the bride, ho

Bottles on the way, welcome to the light show

On the tippy-toe, bet she walk the tight rope

On the tippy-toe, she gon' walk the tight rope

On the tippy-toe, bet she walk the tight rope

On the tippy-toe, bet she walk the tight rope

On the tippy-toe, bet she walk the tight rope

Tip-toeing all through the home

Ass pokin' out when you walk

Body language won't really talk

You know your body finna go

I know you know, baby, you know

If I say go, then it's a go

And you know what's next, you know I ain't really really finna play

They gon' tell you who I left with, you know I ain't really finna say

That'd be dumb and you know that I ain't

Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie

Hop in the ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride

They already know, ain't no need to flex right now

But you fuckin' with a vet right now

I can write a check right now for your neck right now

If you wanna make a bet right now, we can bet right now

Got her real wet right now

She can make a mess right now, right now, right now

She say I'm the best in town

And she right when she ride that, slide that dick right down

Woah, wait a minute, go slow

Drop it right here, go low

Said she want it all, let's see how the night go

Swear I want 'em all, I just need the bride, ho

Bottles on the way, welcome to the light show

On the tippy-toe, bet she walk the tight rope

On the tippy-toe, she gon' walk the tight rope

On the tippy-toe, bet she walk the tight rope

On the tippy-toe, bet she walk the tight rope (Zaytoven, got you)

On the tippy-toe, bet she walk the tight rope (Guwop, go)

Breakin' bread, stackin' money, tryna run a bag up

Dodgin' feds, cashin' checks, I done got the swag up

Baby, you was fine, now you got a dad body

A serial killer on the loose, that bitch got mad bodies

Gucci don't give a fuck, I'm a human light show

See, I ain't the type to play, she know she walk a tight rope

Diamonds in these bitches' face, my fingers on Mike glow

Got her tippy-toein' 'til her fuckin' back broke

Drop it to the floor and make that booty clap though

We both know you a freak, so what you tryna act for?

No Johnny Carson, welcome to the Gucci Mane show

Three hundred bands, my fans treat me like the damn Pope

Said she want it all, let's see how the night go

Swear I want 'em all, I just need the bride, ho

Bottles on the way, welcome to the light show

On the tippy-toe, bet she walk the tight rope

On the tippy-toe, she gon' walk the tight rope

On the tippy-toe, bet she walk the tight rope

On the tippy-toe, bet she walk the tight rope

On the tippy-toe, bet she walk the tight rope

You know, you know you can see it

You grown, you know I believe it

Athlete shit, know a nigga love to ball

In the season, autumn, watch the money fall

I can't take my eyes off you, girl

Your body's doing things that I can't explain, oh

Stripper girl, stripper girl, stripper girl

Stripper girl, yeah

Go and get that money, baby, do it now

Ooh, look how that booty has me weak now

In between the sheets like a centerfold

Keep fuckin' with me, that way you finna go

Got some niggas with me and they really go

She say we the shit like we didn't know

Fuck it up, fuck it up like that

Smack it up, flip it, rub it down from the back

Said she want it all, let's see how the night go

Swear I want 'em all, I just need the bride, ho

Bottles on the way, welcome to the light show

On the tippy-toe, bet she walk the tight rope

On the tippy-toe, she gon' walk the tight rope

On the tippy-toe, bet she walk the tight rope

On the tippy-toe, bet she walk the tight rope

On the tippy-toe, bet she walk the tight rope