เนื้อเพลง Straight - T-Pain

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Pre-Hook]
I put you on the PCH, in a two-seater (On God)
Walking 'round a mansion in a white beater (No job)
Reaching that Chanel bag pull out the heater
I'ma make your life a hundred times sweeter
'Cause I'ma get you

[Hook]
Straight, in line
Straight, big time
Straight, in line
Baby, I'ma get you
Straight, in line
Straight, big time
Straight, in line
Baby, I'ma get you

[Verse 1]
Straight up and down
Straight as a bar
(Straight as a bar, huh!)
Stunt on these b*tches, flex on these whores
(Flex on these whores, woo!)
You just say less and I give you more (Got what you want)
Back the the truck up to the mall, comin' out with a star
What the f*ck a b*tch gon' do
When she see the diamonds on you?
Hate, hate, hate, hate
Fake, fake, fake, fake
What the f*ck your man gon' do
When he see my hands on you?
'Cause boy lemme tell you sum'n
I done came all in that belly b*tton (You know)
So you can't tell me nothin' (Nah)
You can't tell me sh*t (You can't tell me sh*t)
I got more money (I got the bread)
So I got your b*tch (Boy give me that)
She money hungry (Open that mouth)
And I feed her d*ck (Oh yeah)
And she say she love me
And she keep me rich

[Pre-Hook]
I put her you the PCH, in a two-seater (On God)
Walking 'round a mansion in a white beater (No job)
Reaching that Chanel bag pull out the heater
I'ma make your life a hundred times sweeter
'Cause I'ma get you

[Hook]
Straight, in line
Straight, big time
Straight, in line
Baby, I'ma get you
Straight, in line
Straight, big time
Straight, in line
Baby, I'ma get you

[Verse 2]
Straight out Prozano b*tch lay it down
(All on the ground)
Ay, where do you think your b*tch go when she go outta town?
(She comin' around)
If I tell her I'm ready, she ready
(She comin' right now)
She know she hot as f*ck
She know she know how to f*ck
And I screaming how the f*ck your b*tch gon' feel
When I make her take all these pills?
Great, great, great, great
Shake, shake, shake, shake
How the f*ck your man gon' live
When we done f*cked all in his crib?
'Cause boy lemme get this straight
I don' came all on your pillow case (You know)
So you can't tell me nothin' (Nah)
You can't tell me sh*t (You can't tell me sh*t)
I got more money (I got the bread)
So I got your b*tch (Boy give me that)
She money hungry (Open that mouth)
And I feed her d*ck (Oh yeah)
And she say she love me
And she keep me rich

[Pre-Hook]
I put you on the PCH, in a two-seater (On God)
Walking 'round a mansion in a white beater (No job)
Reaching that Chanel bag pull out the heater
I'ma make your life a hundred times sweeter
'Cause I'ma get you

[Hook]
Straight, in line
Straight, big time
Straight, in line
Baby, I'ma get you
Straight, in line
Straight, big time
Straight, in line
Baby, I'ma get you