DJ Khaled! Make me give up everything I worked for You gon' make me give up everything I worked for Sunday, you ain't go to church though I still bless you, but you know what come first though Make me give up everything I worked for You gon' make me give up everything I worked for Sunday, that's what they pray to church for You gon' make me give up everything I worked for You gon' get this Rollie off the wrist, yeah You gon' have my phone full of all your pics, yeah You gon' have me flying in and out of town You said you've been losing weight and dropping pounds Damn, I think I'm 'bout to leave the one I'm with Start a new relationship with you, this is what you do I had you after twelve but you came right after at two I could have anything I'd want but I still want you That's the truth I'm not really into the sentimentals Just me and you behind the tinted windows While you throwing all these innuendos We just finna fuck up all the incidentals at the SLS That's LA confidential, show me everything that you've been through We only do what we meant to like, woah This that titties on the glass, pull the curtains shit This that fuck you in the air, no service dick This that call his ass right now, say you're deserting him This that call him while we fucking so he heard the shit Make me give up everything I worked for You gon' make me give up everything I worked for Sunday, you ain't go to church though I still bless you, but you know what come first though Make me give up everything I worked for You gon' make me give up everything I worked for Sunday, that's what they pray to church for You gon' make me give up everything I worked for Money stalking me, its like the money talk to me So if you ain't talking 'bout money then don't talk to me (Shh) I work with dope boys, I keep a fork on me, (Skrt) I'm in my drop top but won't let you get the drop on me (Catch up) I keep the yop on me and trouble seems to follow me I take my pistol to the mall, my pistol shop with me That bitch is jockin' me, and young niggas admire me Yeah, but I'm a product of the streets so they won't hire me Can't let you play me off the streets you know I got kids And more major keys than a locksmith I could teach you niggas how to rock this My bed was a pallet on the carpet My ride was a bus named MARTA Pillow full of Estee Lauder Nigga, I'm allergic to a Charger Nothing but foreign cars in my garage, ah Make me give up everything I worked for You gon' make me give up everything I worked for Sunday, you ain't go to church though I still bless you, but you know what come first though Make me give up everything I worked for You gon' make me give up everything I worked for Sunday, that's what they pray to church for You gon' make me give up everything I worked for I'm takin' risks, she takin' pills, takin' pics Day job night job, Jamaican shit I stick to the basics, not a basic bitch You deserve a young young legendary Heartthrob speeding up your respiratory Treat these others hoes secondary I couldn't even cheat with my secretary Faithful to you even when I'm on road Even if I'm on a different coast I'mma still make you feel close, mama I'm addicted to your ass and titties When you dance the bedroom turn to Magic City Got my ass throwing hundreds, fifties Outta thin air, yeah thats magic tricking I take you to the Caribbean Make your mind as clear as the water you swimming in In and out that bitch like we amphibians I won't change you up next season for another chick like they did Aunt Vivian I'mma put you on the businesses, I'mma divy up the dividends I'mma show you what the fuck commitment is, baby Make me give up everything I worked for You gon' make me give Girl you make me wanna leave the one I'm with Start a new relationship with you, this feel like déjà vu Make me give up everything I worked for You gon' make me give up everything I worked for Sunday, that's what they pray to church for You gon' make me give up everything I worked for Make me give up everything I worked for You gon' make me give up everything I worked for