Like You - MistaRogers, Ty Dolla $ign

Money Hungry

B-B-B-BM nation

Get a real one in your world

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign,

Mista Rogers

Both

You ain’t scared, girl (Scared girl)

Go head, girl (Go head, girl)

You a boss too (Ooh yeah)

I need a bitch like you

I know you with it, I, I

I need a

bitch like you

I know you with it, I, I

I need a

bitch like you

I know you with it and you know it too

So we can quit playin', what you tryna do?

(Tryna do)

Let’s get acquainted on a late night (Late night)

And if they ain’t hatin', then it ain’t right (Ain't right)

I’m just tryna fuck, no date night (Date night)

Never go dutch, bitch, the bank right (Bank right)

We ain’t gotta rush, hit it all night (All night)

Knock the pussy out like a hard right (Like a hard right)

Beat it up, beat it up, and I ain’t fakin'

She say the dick good, but she can’t take it (What?)

I only fuck with bad bitches, no basics

Butt naked with the Margielas, no laces (No laces)

She tryna hit The Bay, never been before

She like the song where they shake it like a rednose (Like a rednose)

She said, «you seem cool, mind I do a little blow?»

I said, «girl, that’s all you, all I do is smoke»

Get a real one in your world

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign,

Mista Rogers

Both

You ain’t scared, girl (Scared girl)

Go head, girl (Go head, girl)

You a boss too (Ooh yeah)

I need a bitch like you

I know you with it, I, I

I need a

bitch like you

I know you with it, I, I

I need a

bitch like you

I be on that fly shit you like though

Might do dinner for two, the type of Maestros

Then catch the homies at the club, start a light show (True)

Might go to Vegas with the players, catch a flight though

Just know, all of this ballin' come with a price though

Who you think the homies be callin' when shit get tight though?

Alright bro, ain’t a damn thing changed

Still up in this bitch and I’m spillin' champagne (Spillin' champagne)

Damn, I’m glad you understand (Glad you understand)

So maybe me and you can get together, make some plans

We started in the Hills, then we ended up in Sams

I started with a shot, then a bottle in my hand

Hot damn, I done blew a couple bands

And bitches all on me, 'cause they thinkin' I’m the man

Hot damn, I done blew a couple bands

Now bitches all on me, 'cause they thinkin' I’m the man

What can I say, bitches love me

I be in the club poppin' bubbly

They don’t flex, nobody else above me

I’m tryna tell you, boy, these bitches love me

What can I say, bitches love me

I be in the club poppin' bubbly

They don’t flex, nobody else above me

I’m tryna tell you, boy, these bitches love me

Get a real one in your world

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign,

Mista Rogers

Both

You ain’t scared, girl (Scared girl)

Go head, girl (Go head, girl)

You a boss too (Ooh yeah)

I need a bitch like you

I know you with it, I, I

I need a

bitch like you

I know you with it, I, I

I need a

bitch like you

Yeah, yeah