Byron Bank, Mani Starz - Pineapples Lyrics

Yeah, who dat talkin dat shit (end it)
G shock make the pussy pop (spend it)
Give a fuck what a nigga got (business)
Backseat so you know the ride (backseat)
Ho dat talkin dat shit (end it)
G shock make the pussy pop (spend it)
Give a fuck what a nigga got (business)
Backseat so you know the ride (backseat, ouh)

Who the fuck you is
Fuck you is (ouh)
Time slot to bend your legs up
Diced pineapples really do taste better

Hit my DM like you BM, you don't pay my bills
Better yet, we ain't even in relationship
Hit once maybe twice, then we back to the bids
Knowing me, Imma have to get back to my kid
Same place off the muscle, know I'm always on a hustle
Putting drops in the track, that's a reflex
Chop and screwing the subject, I know she love that
Turn me up, I know I got that melody checked
Can't compromise to priority
Can't fade the way I flow, you know We play I go
Addicted to the possible
Caribbean skin booty on tropical
Stepping pass the boundaries been optional
Soul tied to vibe call me David Ruffin (she likes it my way)
That's a word from usher
Rather friends with you baby, I don't need to touch you
Motivate me to bag until I need to trust you
Then we can do some luncheons
The way my diamonds sit up, got you doing crunches
'Cause if I hit it you go wish I would have brought the crutches
Moving forward hit record, never pop the question
Say good night, end of discussion

Who dat talkin dat shit (end it)
G shock make the pussy pop (spend it)
Give a fuck what a nigga got (business)
Backseat so you know the ride (backseat)
Ho dat talkin dat shit (end it)
G shock make the pussy pop (spend it)
Give a fuck what a nigga got (business)
Backseat so you know the ride (backseat, ouh)

Who the fuck you is
Fuck you is (ouh)
Time slot to bend your legs up (bend your legs up)
Diced pineapples really do taste better

See it is what it is, but ain't no faking it though
I'm checking in, but I'm really suppose to hit it and go
In the mirror you checking and 'bout to silence your phone
Just gone send him that last text and take off your clothes
It's our hourglass, the time is ticking, it's been a minute
Since I seen you, so here's the business
I'm in a whole different league, you know how I'm living
I'm resident to the vibe, but you can cum and visit
So excuse me when I say it, leave your feelings at the do
'Cause you just wanna fuck, girl I already know
Taking a break and I'm just easing your mind
I send you back with a smile, after quality time
Movado on my wrist, it's Bold, one more time for the road
Hopping in the backseat, 'cause in the sky is your toes
Stepping it up, I'm really Captain Hook with the stick
Harlem shaking your body, it's probably having a fit
Then it's back to reality, you know how to get back to me
Ain't no need to get mad me, if you want it don't make a scene
I know it's hard after last year
'Cause you playing games, now bring that ass here

Who dat talkin dat shit (end it)
G shock make the pussy pop (spend it)
Give a fuck what a nigga got (business)
Backseat so you know the ride (backseat)
Ho dat talkin dat shit (end it)
G shock make the pussy pop (spend it)
Give a fuck what a nigga got (business)
Backseat so you know the ride (backseat, ouh)

Who the fuck you is
Fuck you is (ouh)
Time slot to bend your legs up
Diced pineapples really do taste better
It do taste better, you know