Fat Joe, Dre - Hands on You Feat. Jeremih, Bryson Tiller

Lyrics to Hands on You Feat. Jeremih, Bryson Tiller by Fat Joe, Dre

[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)