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Hands On You Lyrics - Artist : Fat Joe
Yeah, Don talk
Uh, yeah

[Fat Joe:]
I got free liquor, free liquor
Gold bottles we toast 'cause we richer
Bella Hadid, Habib can't be thicker
She's the baddest, believe you mean, nigga
I'm one of the goats (One of the goats)
One of the most (One of the most)
Niggas this real, fuck how you feel, I'm fucking 'em both (I'm fucking 'em both, nigga)
And this ain't accidental
Stop, stop and get up out that rental, everything is paid for
House on the hill, chandelier, the Richard Mille
He the type to hit the bathroom whenever they bring the bill
And I'm the type to walk a check through the kitchen
Good seller, when he speaks they all listen
Set this roof on fire, watch the motherfucker burn
Last time was punch rhyme but this time I brought the urn
To whom's concerned: we reppin' the squadis
Me and Dre seen more faces than Midnight Marauders

[Jeremih:]
Hit the lights you know it's money everywhere
Pardon my pockets, I had to drop it 'cause you dared me
She know my name, been wanna scream it since she met me (Met)
Let's get it poppin', you know that I'm watchin', ooh

Soon as I get my hands on you, ooh (Soon as I get, oh)
Soon as I get my hands on you, ooh (Soon as I get, oh)

[Bryson Tiller:]
Too exotic, too exotic
Drop top and a big body, shawty got me hypnotic
Been 'bout it, still 'bout it, already know how I feel 'bout it
Kamikaze, that bomb shit
Double R, that's Don shit
I just send a pic at [?], like, "Who are you? I want this"
You knew what you was doin' when you dropped this
On my T, on my top list
Just you on my watch list, just you on my conscience
Baby, get [?] up and take me, oh take me
We could hit this condo up, we could make a run
Know this ain't party, we gon' make it one (Yeah)
Get us one more bottle when this drink is done
You ain't no stripper but it's rainin' ones, look, bae, hit the

[Jeremih

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