Lyrics Make You Somebody (feat. Sterling Simms, Tyga, Travis Porter) - Sterling Simms , Travis Porter , Tyga , 2 Chainz

Alright Girls, Get Up! You Know What That Means
There′s Money Upstairs!
Come On! Lets Go! Lets Get it! Big Money!
I Say What's Up Wit it?
You Gonna Work Your Body
I′mma Throw Out These Tips,
I'mma Make You Somebody.
Let Me Call You My Bitch,
Let Me Call You my Bitch,
Can I Call You my Bitch?
Yea, Yea Yea Yeaaa.
You Know When its us,
You Can Smell the Great Dutch in the Air, Air, Airrrr!
Got a Fist Full of Twentys
Don't be a Dummy Girl,
Bring that Over Here, Here, Yeaaa.
Said, Don′t be Acting Bougie About it, Like you were Buff,
And No I′m Not your Groupie or Trying to Fall in Love.
Take a Couple Shots, Girl get Bad,
Turn Around, Let me See Your Body Bend.
I'mma Catch you up on Your Rear.
Yea, Tonight I′m Gonna Make you Somebody, yea
Tonight I'm Gonna Make you Somebody, baby.
I Say What′s Up Wit it?
You Gonna Work Your Body
I'mma Throw Out These Tips,
I′mma Make You Somebody.
Let Me Call You My Bitch,
Let Me Call You my Bitch,
Can I Call You my Bitch?
Yea, Yea Yea Yeaaa.
Shawty Wanna be Famous,
Ass so big, Put her on my A List,
And I Land her like Acres, She Next to me like a Neighbor
I Started Down with her Ankles, I Moved up to her Naval,
My Next Move is Fatal
One Leg on the Bed, Other on the Table
It's Going Down like Escalator,
Ben Franklin and the Twenty Separate,
Trynna Get her Body Naked
Fuck Y'all, No Contraception
Don′t Roll Like That,
Showing Y′all Suckas,
You ain't Never Really Ever Evenn Saw Like That
Ball Like That, Fuck Your Girl
And If the Pussy Good, We at the Mall Like That
Aaahhhh
Gotta Whole Lotta Hundreds,
Ten Thousand in my Pocket, Right Now, Right Now
Can I Make You a Offer
How Much Gon′ Cost Just to Take You Down
I Got it, You Know it
Let Me Cash You Out, Here Hold This
Spit Game So Tight,
Think I Wrote This
Baby Lets Move Forward, Get Focused
Don't Tell Your Mama, That You Fucking With a Baller
Already Got all this Gold Shit, Onnn
Trynna be Lowkey
Got Your Favorite Bad Bitch Trynna Blow Me
Roley, Rolex, Relax
Say She Just Gave Me Head, Leaned Over in the Front Seat
Dark Tint, So They Don′t See,
Get it Off Slowly, High as they Know Me
I Say What's Up Wit it?
You Gonna Work Your Body
I′mma Throw Out These Tips,
I'mma Make You Somebody.
Let Me Call You My Bitch,
Let Me Call You my Bitch,
Can I Call You my Bitch?
Yea, Yea Yea Yeaaa.
I Gonna make you somebody, girl.