Timbaland - Servin (ft. Blaze Servin, PC Tweezie)

Servin Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
DJ Timmy Tim
2016 baby
This drink got me feelin some type a way
You can't fuck with me now baby

[Verse 1]
Matte Black Bentley coupe frog eyes on em
Servin she a bitch got that dog food on it
Cameras at the trap house i hit the zoom on em
Martin Jello, Michael Jackson bitch i'm moon walking
I just cook dope with baking soda, animals
Got the corners on me, they from Arizona
High Top Louis Vuitton and I got them Loafers
I just grabbed the thighs spread the waters like i'm moses
Stir it with the fross walk on water like it's Jesus
Bad mama sita swear I gotta get her a visa
Real trap shit mafia Giovanni
Fur on a nigga when I still itching money
Chain sittin on me boy yo jacket dead stalling
Ball man Jeans boy that shoes you got bizarre
Outa space coupe boy I swear I toot the Martians
Cyber Mexicano with iguana you a [?]

[Chorus]
I just sold a lot a dummies
I ran off with the money
Blue hunnids, percy got me wash like it's summer
I got a fetish for the money
I got a fetish for the money
I'm faking issues for the money
All I wanted was the money
Money counting count up

[Verse 2]
So fuck a painter act I pull up to TMV
Fast and Furious coupe motorsport vehicles
Water water water got them ice cubes on
I just made a movie just like ice cube on it
Crits up the club for that nigga dead [?]
One and only nigga with that pocked head loose
Feeling just like [?] when i walk just like [?]
Got them hunnids on me and they blue just like [?]
Wolf on wall street boy i feel just like Leo
Green i'm a major bomb man just like Leo
I just bought a diamond but they on me sub-zero
Ran up with the Tech to check [?]
Strapped with Smith & Wesson you won't never see me stressing
Club you can guess it 40 diamond VVS-ing
Turnt up for the summer but ma side bitch a less
Money calling I can't stalling gotta go collect it 4

[Chorus]
I just sold a lot a dummies
I ran off with the money (count up)
Blue hunnids, percy got me wash like it's summer
I got a fetish for the money
I got a fetish for the money
I'm faking issues for the money
All I wanted was the money
Money counting count up

[Verse 3]
All black Bentley coupe dripping sauce on em
Thousand dollar shoes got me scared to walk on em
Floating on this purse preacher going dolf on em
Free all the real niggas i'm the one who talk for em
Panamera Porshe drop the top and hit the corner
Eating Bentley Hummer I remember it was just baloney
It's a cold summer I can't lie i'm a road runner
I feel like Master P i'm bout to get me a old Hummer

[Chorus]
I just sold a lot a dummies
I ran off with the money (count up)
Blue hunnids, percy got me wash like it's summer
I got a fetish for the money
I got a fetish for the money
I'm faking issues for the money
All I wanted was the money
Money counting count up

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