Sing - Rotimi, Busta Rhymes

She know how the top shotta name ring ring

Slide foreign V’s, on the TV screen

Racks on top of rackies, uh, sound like ching ching (Ching)

Catch me in a fly designer every I go-o-o

Thirty for the verses, fifty thousand for the show-o-o

Book more fire, big numbers, no liar

She want me to sing it like Rotimi in the choir

She just wanna fuck me 'cause she know I got a chick

Bought the they want the VVS (Ha)

Whoa-oh (Sing), sing, sing for me

Whoa-oh (Sing), sing, sing for me

Gee, thy all up on me like «Rotimi, can you sing for me?»

Ha, I think that your girlfrind got a ting for me

Whoa-oh (Sing), sing, sing for me

Whoa-oh (Sing), sing, sing for me

Whoa-oh (Sing), sing, sing for me

Whoa-oh (Sing)

(Barrington Levy, big up)

Musical money machine, ching ching for me

Every duffle bag you better bring for me (Ha)

Let me balance out this liquor, bring some Poland Spring for me (Whoa-oh, sing)

Rotimi, sing for me, ha ha

Even wifey peep how shorty got a thing for me

Stripper club, throw the pussy on a swing for me (Swing it)

Amazon bitch, Yao Ming pussy

I’m good, the jeweler upgraded the wife ring for me

She just wanna fuck me 'cause she know I got a chick

Bought the they want the VVS (Ha)

Whoa-oh (Sing), sing, sing for me

Whoa-oh (Sing), sing, sing for me

Gee, they all up on me like «Rotimi, can you sing for me?»

Ha, I think that your girlfriend got a ting for me

Whoa-oh (Sing), sing, sing for me

Whoa-oh (Sing), sing, sing for me

Whoa-oh (Sing), sing, sing for me

Whoa-oh (Sing), sing, sing for me

Sing, sing for me

Whoa-oh, sing, sing for me

Whoa-oh, sing, sing for me

Whoa-oh