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Blackstreet - Yo Love Ft Sauce Money Lyrics

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[Blackstreet] Yo, yo Ho, ho No, no You don't go Yo, be, be Me, me Can't you see, see Can't let go cuz I got what you on, girl [Verse 1] Baby, I'm hearing too much in the street Things aren't at they supposed to be Kept it between just you and me, baby (yo) Honey, I'm sick and tired of all of this I think it's time I handled it Tripping, flipping, get down with, baby (yo) I've got to, a drop-top Benz with the Buggy eye Thought it was enough to keep it right I guess it was wrong cuz you out tonight, flossin' (yo) With your girls Nina, Pam and what's-her-name Girlfriend, they don't play the same You don't know I got what you on, girl [Chorus] Yo, yo I never really thought you was a ho, ho That's not really the way I go, go Why you wanna play with my dough, dough Yo, yo, yo Yo, be, be Why you wanna be with me, me Girl, why can't you see, see I can't let go cuz I got what you on, girl [Verse 2] Say that something's missin' Tell me what you missin' (yo) Say that you need to flex, that's all right But tell me where you was last night (last night, yo) I'm thinkin' With too much time on your hands You surely need to cover up, girl, what is it? The way you spread that, oh girl Is it like that? (yo) Your actions, two can't really relaxin' I'm kickin' out the money when you want it (yo) You steppin' out the Benz with your hair so right (yo) Skirt so high and so tight You out gettin' it like a dope fiend Girl, why can't you just see? You told me to go Cuz I've got what you on, girl [Chorus] Yo, yo I never really thought you was a ho, ho That's not really the way I go, go Why you wanna play with my dough, dough Yo, yo, yo Yo, be, be Why you can't be with me, me Tell me why can't you see, see You can't let go cuz I got what you on, girl [Verse 3] (Beanie Siegal) I keep you properly styled in the latest shit Pradda, Crocodile or Gator's shit Eyes poppin' out the Benz, you now the latest shit Takin' you and your girlfriends shoppin' at player's shit Keep a pocket full of dough, save for the stats Got a big fuckin' crip with a lake in the back And as yours to the wig, wait, let me take that back Get outta line, and I'ma take it back I just cock the six, you don't gotta car hop I got a cellar full of Cris, you don't gotta bar hop I got an indoor pool with a divin' board My crip look like somethin' outta The Rile Report Laced you, twenty karats, ten in each ear I can take you places, you ain't been nowhere It could be gone tomorrow, but it's here today Cuz I could play towl on 'em and take it all away You ok? [Chorus] Yo, yo, Check it out, ho, ho It's not the way I love you, no, no How you take my dough, dough Yo, yo, yo Yo, be, be Why can't you be with me, me Well, baby, can't you see, see Can't let go cuz I got what you on, girl We out