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DJ Khaled!

Make me give up everything I worked for

You gon' make me give up everything I worked for

Sunday, you ain't got to church though

I still bless you but you what come first though

Make me give up everything I worked for

Sunday, that's what they pray to church for

You gon' make me give up everything I worked for

You gon' get this Rollie off the wrist, yeah

You gon have my phone full of all your pics, yeah

You gon' have me flying in and out of town

You said you've been losing weight and dropping pounds

Damn, I think I'm 'bout to leave the one I'm with

Start a new relationship with you, this is what you do

I had you after twelve but you came right after at two

I could have anything I want but I still want you, that's the truth

I'm not really into the sentimentals

Just me and you behind the tinted windows

While you throwing all these innuendos

We just finna' f**k up all the incidentals at the SLS

That's LA confidential, show me everything that you've been through

We only do what we meant to like, woah

This that, titties on the glass, pull the curtains shit

This that, f**k you in the air, no service dick

This that, call his ass right now, say you're deserting him

This that, call him while we f**king so he heard the shit

Make me give up everything I worked for

You gon' make me give up everything I worked for

Sunday, you ain't got to church though

I still bless you but you what come first though

Make me give up everything I worked for

Sunday, that's what they pray to church for

You gon' make me give up everything I worked for

Money stalking me its like the money talk to me

So if you ain't talking bout money then don't talk to me (shh)

I work with dope boys, I keep a fork on me, (skrt)

I'm in my drop top but won't let you get the drop on me (catch up)

I keep the yop on me in trouble since the follow me

I take my pistol to the mall my pistol shop with me

That bitch is jockin' me, and young niggas admire me

Yeah, but I'm a product of the streets so they won't hire me

Can't let you play me off the streets you know I got kids

And more major keys than a locksmith

I could teach you niggas how to rock this

My bed was a pallet on the carpet

My ride was a bus named MARTA

Pillow full of Estee Lauder

Nigga, I'm allergic to a charger

Nothing but foreign cars in my garage, ah

Make me give up everything I worked for

You gon' make me give up everything I worked for

Sunday, you ain't got to church though

I still bless you but you what come first though

Make me give up everything I worked for

Sunday, that's what they pray to church for

You gon' make me give up everything I worked for

I'm takin' risks, she takin' pills, takin' pics, day job night job

Jamaican shit, I stick to the basics, not a basic bitch

You deserve a young young legendary

Heart throb speeding up your respiratory

Treat these others hoes secondary

I couldn't even cheat with my secretary

Faithful to you even when I'm on road

Even if I'm on a different coast

I'mma still make you feel close mama

I'm addicted to your ass and titties

When you dance the bedroom turn to Magic City

Got my ass thrown hundreds, fifties

Outta thin air yeah thats magic tricking

I take you to the Caribbean

Your mind is clear as the water you swimming in

In and out that bitch like we amphibians

I won't change next season for ya like they did Aunt Vivian

I'mma put you on the businesses, I'mma divy up the dividends

I'mma show you what the f**k commitment is, baby

Make me give up everything I worked for

You gon' make me give up everything I worked for

Sunday, you ain't got to church though

I still bless you but you what come first though

Make me give up everything I worked for

Sunday, that's what they pray to church for

You gon' make me give up everything I worked for

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