J Gun - Somebody's Daughter Lyrics

I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her. Hey
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her. Hey
Benihanas over McDonald's
Burn money shawty on fire
Black leather mama in the designer
I got it, now I got her like wow
Kiss hug trust me I’m down
Ball so hard I’m like Pau (Pow)
Halftime, time to max out
Me and her about to hit the showers
Blowing up my phone, redialing
You just mad. I’m the man of the hour
Just turn out the lights. Creep silent
Get money, respect and the power
Gassed up, splurging on flowers
Chasing checks, trying to get ours
Got her way. I'ma get mine
Baby girl know I’m big time. I'm
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her. Hey
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her. Hey
I’m wit somebody daughter
Count a check up cause you cant afford her
Double check I heard you ain’t wanna
She coming up with the boy j gun
You still creeping and I ain’t the one
Right now I know I got what you want
Ride with me cause I’m trying to stunt
When I make a mil i'ma spend it on her
Through the peep hole I see it all out front
I get to the guwop and stay in the cut
Stacks in the shoe box right next to the chucks
I got a few options. You know what’s up
It’s getting too hot for thermometers
I got a feeling it’s too hot to touch
I got a feeling that we bout to fuck
I got a feeling that she bout to bust
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her. Hey
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her. Hey

I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her. Hey
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her. Hey
Benihanas over McDonald's
Burn money shawty on fire
Black leather mama in the designer
I got it, now I got her like wow
Kiss hug trust me I’m down
Ball so hard I’m like Pau (Pow)
Halftime, time to max out
Me and her about to hit the showers
Blowing up my phone, redialing
You just mad. I’m the man of the hour
Just turn out the lights. Creep silent
Get money, respect and the power
Gassed up, splurging on flowers
Chasing checks, trying to get ours
Got her way. I'ma get mine
Baby girl know I’m big time. I'm
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her. Hey
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her. Hey
I’m wit somebody daughter
Count a check up cause you cant afford her
Double check I heard you ain’t wanna
She coming up with the boy j gun
You still creeping and I ain’t the one
Right now I know I got what you want
Ride with me cause I’m trying to stunt
When I make a mil i'ma spend it on her
Through the peep hole I see it all out front
I get to the guwop and stay in the cut
Stacks in the shoe box right next to the chucks
I got a few options. You know what’s up
It’s getting too hot for thermometers
I got a feeling it’s too hot to touch
I got a feeling that we bout to fuck
I got a feeling that she bout to bust
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her. Hey
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
I'm with somebody's daughter
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her
You can't afford her. Hey