Lift Me Up (feat. Future & Young Thug) Lyrics – Ty Dolla $ign, Future, Young Thug
Singer: Ty Dolla $ign, Future, Young Thug
Title: Lift Me Up (feat. Future & Young Thug)
Hit me up
Lift me up, pick me up, baby
Yeah
Off the Xanny, yeah
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me
Oh, baby, let me down, oh, baby, tragedy
Oh, baby, let me rub you, oh, baby, body
I wanna know if you can last no longer, ha
Hit me up, hit me up, baby
Cartier handcuffs, baby
I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom
I’m puttin’ molly in my IV (Hm)
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me
Tent out in Maldives, I’ll be your Hercules
I’ll **** the sh#t out of you (Ooh, yeah)
You’ll tell your friends ’bout me (Ah, yeah)
You so possessive, way too jealous
Don’t bring your friends around me (Me)
I had some famous girls, some models, and some regular hoes (Regular hoes)
I tell my b#tch about ’em, think it’s probably best that she knows (Best that she knows)
I bought a Richard Mille, it’s a Bubba Watson luxury
Drop my new sh#t, now all these b#tches wanna **** with me (Me)
Another new one in my collection (Collection)
Nothin’ but bad b#tches up in my section (My section)
Nothin’ but princess cuts and baguettes (Baguettes)
No commercial, wheels up on the jet
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me
Oh, baby, let me down, oh, baby, tragedy
Oh, baby, let me rub you, oh, baby, body
I wanna know if you can last no longer
Hit me up, hit me up, baby
Cartier handcuffs, baby
I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom
I’m puttin’ molly in my IV (Hm)
Private show viewin’ on the runway
Twelve-inch heels, Roberto Cavalli
Eight zips of codeine in a Hi-C
Throwin’ private parties at the penthouse at the Marquee
Bora Bora villa, yeah
Lil’ Kim how I count dead pres’
You got more Chanel bags than your birthday
Molly and power make you a mermaid
Swimmin’ in Franklins, swimmin’ in Benji
You get your backstroke in Stella McCartney
My g#ngb#ngin’ friends gon’ be the ones to protect you
You been turnin’ up ever since that n#gg# left you
Oh, baby, nasty, all nine karats
Ghost like Casper, doors open backwards
Oh, you a ballerina, tippin’ on marble
Oh, you got paper for your diamonds, oh, and they sparkle
Donald Trump a wrist flick, I’m a misfit, but I’ma keep you in some new sh#t
Five languages, girl, name it, I buy the shelf out of Ruth Chris
Spaceship got you woozy, every day you wake up is a movie
Every day you gotta prove it, you goin’ to sleep in jacuzzi
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me (Carry me)
Oh, baby, let me down (Let me down), oh, baby, tragedy (Tragedy)
Oh, baby, let me rub you, oh, baby, body (Oh)
I wanna know if you can last no longer (Ooh, yeah)
Hit me up, hit me up, baby
Cartier handcuffs, baby
I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom
I’m puttin’ molly in my IV (Hm)
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