Ray J

Ray J - ATM lyrics

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[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

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