May I (Explicit)

May I (Explicit) - Flo Milli

Lyrics by：Tamia Carter/Tyshaun "Homie Hill" McQueen/Mark Adams/Steve Arrington/Calvin Broadus/Harry Casey/Rick Finch/Raymond Turner/Stephen Washington/Daniel Webster/Andre Young/Andrew Roettger

Composed by：Tamia Carter/Tyshaun "Homie Hill" McQueen/Mark Adams/Steve Arrington/Calvin Broadus/Harry Casey/Rick Finch/Raymond Turner/Stephen Washington/Daniel Webster/Andre Young/Andrew Roettger

Taba majle no you

Taba majle no you

Taba majle no you

Taba majle no you

Make a thirsty n***a wanna chase me ooh

B***h I'm lit I wonder can he face me I'm lit

Only laugh on the way to the bank see hahaha

I want money so f**k you pay me b***h

Ball like a pro and girl you just a scrimmage

Play with these bands n***a your money timid haha

I'm winnin' on your man mind like a fitted yeah

This p***y VIP and he can't get in it lil' ho

Coupe been like I'm rockin' s**t for take off ooh

I put in work I'm makin' b***hes take a day off

Finesse and givin' hoes a reason to hate for

My n***as clutch with the shot like a playoff

I'm not your bestie not your sis eww

I'm not the one I am that b***h

It's slow for these hoes

I got 'em mad they so dramatic

Want my spot but they can't have it

This smoke for free though

May I kick a lil' somethin' for the G's

And take your n***a only for the weekend

Late night creepin' ain't no cuffin'

I'on keep 'em send your n***a back home

I said may I kick a lil' somethin' for the G's

And wake up to the money while you sleepin' yeah

Flexin' on a dummy ho

If it ain't 'bout the money

I won't pick up the phone bye

Got these hoes on my case what

Tell these hoes not today b***h

All this drip ain't for free so you hoes gotta pay

Why your n***a in my face play his a*s like 2k

You know flo got that flavor your man wanna taste

Wanna taste

Pay me tithes when I step in the building

I need my bands from the floor to the ceiling

Commit to no n***a money too appealing f**k a n***a

What the f**k I look like catchin' feelings

Yeah they mad I'm on top and I'm chilling

Got 'em look up to me like these

Hoes is my children I just s**t on 'em

Fashion week I made a killing

Numbers goin' up breakin' the charts on a billion

If you ain't lovin' now you do times two

I'm wit' your daddy gettin' nasty

Like the 2 live crew

Word to stevie they can't

See me like do I do see me

And if you 'cross me

I won't hesitate to s**t on you b***h

May I kick a lil' somethin' for the G's

And take your n***a only for the weekend where he at

Late night creepin' ain't no cuffin' ain't no cuffin'

I'on keep 'em send your n***a back home

I said may I kick a lil' somethin' for the G's

And wake up to the money while you sleepin'

Flexin' on a dummy ho

If it ain't 'bout the money I won't pick up the phone

May I kick a lil' somethin' for the G's

And take your n***a only for the weekend

Late night creepin' and I'm cuffin'

I'on keep 'em send your n***a back home

I said may I kick a lil' somethin' for the G's

And wake up to the money while you sleepin'

Flexin' on a dummy ho

If it ain't 'bout the money

I won't pick up the phone period pick up the phone