Ray J - ATM lyrics
rate me[Intro:]
Type in the club
Type in the club
Type in the club
Type in the club
See it in your eyes when you’re looking at me
Goddamn, I’mma burn a hole ...
You ain’t ready for this beast I’ll be!
There with a low Cognac,
A little something in my swisher sweet
I don’t understand why I feel this way, oh
Got me feeling like I’m in outer space
Swear I always been the type in the club that’ll hold shit down
Caught up in the matrix, so far gone, don’t wake me now!
Hook :
Don’t keep me waiting,
I’m anticipating
Come meet me, baby,
In this dream you and me!
I be the same, babe
Come home when you need me
Got my arms wide open,
I mean my legs wide open, beam-beam
Got my legs open like an ATM
Got my legs open like an ATM
Hundreds in a bank roll, got me open 24
Axel got me kinda thrown,
Kinda thrown, kinda thrown!
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
Like Michael Jackson, About to beat it up
Got her legs open like an ATM,
So I told her cash out on this spatula.
You the baddest bitch in the club, right?
So I hit her with a left like fight night (go!)
In the club tight, diamonds shine on bright
Looking like...
I’m the king, baby call me Elvis
Can a nigga see below your pelvis?
I didn’t come alone, I came with the felons
She want to take it to the next level,
I’m a transcender, baby, living better!
She want to see if I got real cheddar
My pockets so fat, look like nutty professor
The blue Benjamins make her feel better.
Hook :
Don’t keep me waiting,
I’m anticipating
Come meet me, baby,
In this dream you and me!
I be the same, babe
Come home when you need me
Got my arms wide open,
I mean my legs wide open, beam-beam
Got my legs open like an ATM
Got my legs open like an ATM
Hundreds in a bank roll, got me open 24
Axel got me kinda thrown,
Kinda thrown, kinda thrown!
Damn she wetter than a tsunami, oh
Sweating like a motherfucker,
Hotter than a goddamn on high V.
She’s a rider like a Ducati
If you want to come and get it, spit it
I’ll eat you like one of my meals.
I don’t understand why I feel this way, oh
Got me feeling like I’m in outer space
Swear I always been the type in the club that’ll hold shit down
Caught up in the matrix, so far gone, don’t wake me now!
Takeoff a young rich nigga
Christian Louboutins sweater
Gold toed, these are Maison Margielas
Pockets sloppy, wop it, change the weather
Slippery whip, out I’m Cinderella
I can make it rain in any weather
I look like Frank Lucas in the chinchillas
Pull up in the Bentley, you niggas weak
I’m a veteran, you just a beginner!
All set! Uhh she wet like Pacific,
her head is terrific, lil mama, she gifted
She suck on the dick, baby, girl do not kiss it
Eat it up, eat it up, like I am...
You’re talented, independent,
She been fucking with me from the very beginning
Church girl, when she with me she sinning
I’m granting her wish, she calling me a genie.
Got my finger on her panty line
Lil mama bad, you should see her mom
She looking sexy when she chew on gum
Come with Offset, baby, have some fun!
3, 2,1, lil mama, she the bomb!
In her Birkin bag she keep my gun
The Bitch is sucking and she number one
She Brazilian, not American
(Foreign!)
Hook :
Don’t keep me waiting,
I’m anticipating
Come meet me, baby,
In this dream you and me!
I be the same, babe
Come home when you need me
Got my arms wide open,
I mean my legs wide open, beam-beam
Got my legs open like an ATM
Got my legs open like an ATM
Hundreds in a bank roll, got me open 24
Axel got me kinda thrown,
Kinda thrown, kinda thrown!
[Outro:]
I'm the club type
I'm the club type
I'm the club type
