SAY IT (Original) versuri

Versuri Ty Dolla $ign – SAY IT (Original) lyrics

[Intro: Chrishan]
Is it enough for me to say it?
Say that I will love you and all?

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
(Is it enough?)
Come get a bag with me (Bag)
Cancel your plans for me (Huh)
Girl, I will slide for you (Slide)
Yeah, you’d do the same for me
I pull out the stick (Whew, whew)
It’s not the same to me
Show me that, show me that, show me that (Yeah)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s not enough for you to say it (Say)
You know I need to see it (See)
It’s not enough for you to say it (Say)
Oh

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Bitch so fire, just enter that Ghost
Come on, shop, we doin’ the most
In this room, get you on your toes
Put shit down, I’m finna reload
Sex so good, she want me to smack her
Took my T-shirt, put it on backwards
„Is it real?” I asked hеr
Popped a pill, she dancin’
Doin’ the splits, all that ass, it got mе nervous
Way she work it off on me, I think it’s so perfect
Dive in ‘cause we deeper than the surface
I will buy you anything, that pussy worth it

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Come get a bag with me (Bag)
Cancel your plans for me (Huh)
Girl, I will slide for you (Slide)
Yeah, you’d do the same for me
I pull out the stick (Whew, whew)
It’s not the same to me
Show me that, show me that, show me that (Yeah)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s not enough for you to say it (Say)
You know I need to see it (See)
It’s not enough for you to say it (Say)
Oh

[Bridge: Rema & Playboi Carti]
(Tuh, tuh) Hit me up now, two keys on the Rolls
One Lambo Truck, one kid for my ho
Woah, woah, huh
I’m the only bad man, let me take you to the moon (Schyeah)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Mask cover my flaws, I’m chaotic, duckin’ the law
Psyched out, back against the wall, but hell nah, we ain’t fuckin’ raw
Me and Blackhaine like a posse, I’m more turnt than Ozzy
Baby, I’m just like a terrorist, cock back, aim at a Nazi
Recording on top of my terrace, you better not move my process
The pussy tried and got embarrassed, and now the lil’ boy in the hot seat
You better not play nobody, I’m in that Bluetooth by my partner
We was just trappin’ in Atlanta, now we in the green rooms havin’ lunch (Ha)
No matter how rich I get, my young niggas still sell sour
She in the house with my shit, she better not touch my flowers
Getting tired of the jits, I gotta show ‘em my power
(Bitch better not touch my flowers)
I’m standing on shit like a tower

[Outro: Playboi Carti, Ty Dolla $ign, Playboi Carti & Ty Dolla $ign]
I’m standing on shit like a tower
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Oh, yeah

Written by: Ty Dolla $ign / Playboi Carti / Rema / Chrishan