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