Fat Joe & Dre – Hands On You ft. Bryson Tiller & Jeremih

Hands On You – Fat Joe & Dre ft. Bryson Tiller & Jeremih Lyrics, Letra:
Intro: Fat Joe
Yeah, Don talk
Uh, yeah

Verse 1: Fat Joe
I got free liquor, free liquor
Gold bottles, we toast ‘cause we richer
Bella Hadid, Habib, can’t be thicker
She’s the baddest, believe you me, nigga
I’m one of the goats (One of the goats)
One of the most (One of the most)
Niggas, this real, fuck how you feel, I’m fuckin’ ‘em both (I’m fuckin’ ‘em both, nigga)
And this ain’t accidental
Stop stuntin’, get up out that rental, everything is paid for
House on the hill, chandelier, the Richard Mille
He the type to hit the bathroom whenever they bring the bill
And I’m the type to walk a chick through the kitchen
Goodfella, when he speaks, they all listen
Set this roof on fire, watch the motherfucker burn
Last time with punch rhyme, but this time I brought the urn
To whom’s concerned, we reppin’ the Squaddas
Me and Dre seen more faces than Midnight Marauders

Pre-Chorus: Jeremih
Hit the lights, you know it’s money everywhere
Pardon my pockets, I had to drop it ‘cause you dared me
She know my name, been wanna scream it since she met me (Met)
Let’s get it poppin’, you know that I’m watchin’, ooh

Chorus: Jeremih
Soon as I get my hands on you, you (Soon as I get, oh)
Soon as I get my hands on you, you (Soon as I get, oh)

Verse 2: Bryson Tiller
Too exotic, too exotic
Drop top and a big body, shawty got me hypnotic
Been ‘bout it, still ‘bout it, already know how I feel ‘bout it
Kamikaze, that bomb shit
Double R, that’s Don shit
I just send a pic of you to you like, “Who are you? I want this”
You knew what you was doin’ when you dropped this
On my T, on my top list
Just you on my watch list, just you on my conscience
Baby, get filled up and take me, oh, take me
We could hit this condo up, we could make a run
No, this ain’t no party, we gon’ make it one, yeah
Get us one more bottle when this drink is done
You ain’t no stripper but it’s rainin’ ones, look, bae, hit the

Pre-Chorus: Jeremih, Bryson Tiller, Jeremih & Bryson Tiller
Hit the lights you know it’s money everywhere
Pardon my pockets, I had to drop it ‘cause you dared me (Yeah)
She know my name, been wanna scream it since she met me (Met)
Let’s get it poppin’, you know that I’m watchin’, ooh (Yeah)

Chorus: Jeremih
Soon as I get my hands on you, you (Soon as I get, oh)
Soon as I get my hands on you, you (Soon as I get, oh)

Verse 3: Dre & Jeremih
Uh, be her peace (Peace)
She already got a baby daddy with no answers
Talkin’ bout he gotta see (Gotta see)
Still, it’s no regrets and she keep it Fendi (Facts)
She a whole mood for 2020
I tell her less while you tell her theories
And let my actions speak like, “Hey, Siri” (Yes?)
It’s still Dre, minus Snoop Dogg
I kill a pussy, Murder Was the Case like Snoop Doggy
“I need an around the way girl”
That’s word to L
I’m bad with birthdays so every day we celebrate it
Like it’s your birthday (Yo, yo, yo)

Pre-Chorus: Jeremih
Hit the lights you know it’s money everywhere (Yeah)
Pardon my pockets, I had to drop it ‘cause you dared me (Ooh, ooh)
She know my name, been wanna scream it since she met me (Met)
Let’s get it poppin’, you know that I’m watchin’, ooh

Chorus: Jeremih
Soon as I get my hands on you, you (Soon as I get, oh)
Soon as I get my hands on you, you (Soon as I get, oh)
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