Nov. 8, 20111 viewer11.3K views
Jokes on You Lyrics
[Chorus]
I'm on the move every night (uh!)
You know I ain't livin' right
And you wanna be the wifey (wifey...)
So it's hurtin' you to like me (like me...)
And it's killin' you to love (uh!)
Chatter gets to you 'cause you always in the club (uh-huh!)
I ain't tryna cuddle up, girl you gotta go home
Don't get me outta my zone, stop callin' my phone (uh!)
Save the cryin' for the dummy (dummy...)
I wake up both eyes on the motherfuckin' money (money...)
[Verse 1]
Uhh, you ain't really hurt, bitch, you been down this road before
Problem when lies surface (uh), bullshit you done heard and more
I tap the pen, let out the bullet, but I don't serve 'em raw (raw!)
The quickest way of trappin', I'm havin', you have to go to court (daamn!)
Life long accident, one night of action got ya caught
Victim to their spot, now you're up to your knees in child support
But uh-uuuhh (uh-uh!) not me, I'm Rocky in a drop V
I'm top seed on it, word to Big and lil' Katif
Lambo' down the side streets
Same neighborhood as LL, Kool G. and Mobb Deep
'Pone and Nore' and fly sneaks (uh!)
Ghetto bitches, dime freaks, I'm just tryna fit in
Finally get my shit off so they mention my name with them (yeah!)
No Valentine, 'cause none of these ladies mine (nah!)
Not my girl, girl to be, fiancé or baby mom (mom!)
Brand new women to bring home, chains, watches and ring shown
Come into my reality, P.I.M.P. my ringtone (ringtone!)
I'm on the move every night (uh!)
You know I ain't livin' right
And you wanna be the wifey (wifey...)
So it's hurtin' you to like me (like me...)
And it's killin' you to love (uh!)
Chatter gets to you 'cause you always in the club (uh-huh!)
I ain't tryna cuddle up, girl you gotta go home
Don't get me outta my zone, stop callin' my phone (uh!)
Save the cryin' for the dummy (dummy...)
I wake up both eyes on the motherfuckin' money (money...)
[Verse 1]
Uhh, you ain't really hurt, bitch, you been down this road before
Problem when lies surface (uh), bullshit you done heard and more
I tap the pen, let out the bullet, but I don't serve 'em raw (raw!)
The quickest way of trappin', I'm havin', you have to go to court (daamn!)
Life long accident, one night of action got ya caught
Victim to their spot, now you're up to your knees in child support
But uh-uuuhh (uh-uh!) not me, I'm Rocky in a drop V
I'm top seed on it, word to Big and lil' Katif
Lambo' down the side streets
Same neighborhood as LL, Kool G. and Mobb Deep
'Pone and Nore' and fly sneaks (uh!)
Ghetto bitches, dime freaks, I'm just tryna fit in
Finally get my shit off so they mention my name with them (yeah!)
No Valentine, 'cause none of these ladies mine (nah!)
Not my girl, girl to be, fiancé or baby mom (mom!)
Brand new women to bring home, chains, watches and ring shown
Come into my reality, P.I.M.P. my ringtone (ringtone!)
[Chorus]
I'm on the move every night (uh!)
You know I ain't livin' right
And you wanna be the wifey (wifey...)
So it's hurtin' you to like me (like me...)
And it's killin' you to love (uh!)
Chatter gets to you 'cause you always in the club (uh-huh!)
I ain't tryna cuddle up, girl you gotta go home
Don't get me outta my zone, stop callin' my phone (uh!)
Save the cryin' for the dummy (dummy...)
I wake up both eyes on the motherfuckin' money (money...)
[Verse 2]
How do you think I got to the money? Bein' stupid?! (Punk!)
You done fucked around and got yo' dumb ass in my music
I got new hoes for the day, fuckin' girls they all will pay
I'm guaranteed to score, like Jordan, the basketballer way
Lot of missed callin', ya borin', I'll be gone 'til autumn
Girls in no order, you can have 'em, I can't afford 'em (wooo!)
Don't pillow-talk, them broads ain't holdin' water
And they ain't' faithful either
Catch me in the nightclub pourin' Rosé on her
Balls in a model hand, shine like a hologram
Orgies, a dime a dozen, clockwork like the dollar van (yeah!)
Barely like 'em, don't love 'em, showstoppers, exotic tans
Dancin' while I judge 'em, I thug 'em all out way out in France (France!)
I ain't ya come up, chill and roll the blunt up (yeah!)
An hour later and one nut, then I'll hit cha back, nunchuck (uh!)
Hit the street when the sun's up, shittin' now by the dump truck
Hold on, let me see what this bitch want.. WHAT?!
I'm on the move every night (uh!)
You know I ain't livin' right
And you wanna be the wifey (wifey...)
So it's hurtin' you to like me (like me...)
And it's killin' you to love (uh!)
Chatter gets to you 'cause you always in the club (uh-huh!)
I ain't tryna cuddle up, girl you gotta go home
Don't get me outta my zone, stop callin' my phone (uh!)
Save the cryin' for the dummy (dummy...)
I wake up both eyes on the motherfuckin' money (money...)
[Verse 2]
How do you think I got to the money? Bein' stupid?! (Punk!)
You done fucked around and got yo' dumb ass in my music
I got new hoes for the day, fuckin' girls they all will pay
I'm guaranteed to score, like Jordan, the basketballer way
Lot of missed callin', ya borin', I'll be gone 'til autumn
Girls in no order, you can have 'em, I can't afford 'em (wooo!)
Don't pillow-talk, them broads ain't holdin' water
And they ain't' faithful either
Catch me in the nightclub pourin' Rosé on her
Balls in a model hand, shine like a hologram
Orgies, a dime a dozen, clockwork like the dollar van (yeah!)
Barely like 'em, don't love 'em, showstoppers, exotic tans
Dancin' while I judge 'em, I thug 'em all out way out in France (France!)
I ain't ya come up, chill and roll the blunt up (yeah!)
An hour later and one nut, then I'll hit cha back, nunchuck (uh!)
Hit the street when the sun's up, shittin' now by the dump truck
Hold on, let me see what this bitch want.. WHAT?!
[Chorus]
I'm on the move every night (uh!)
You know I ain't livin' right
And you wanna be the wifey (wifey...)
So it's hurtin' you to like me (like me...)
And it's killin' you to love (uh!)
Chatter gets to you 'cause you always in the club (uh-huh!)
I ain't tryna cuddle up, girl you gotta go home
Don't get me outta my zone, stop callin' my phone (uh!)
Save the cryin' for the dummy (dummy...)
I wake up both eyes on the motherfuckin' money (money...)
I'm on the move every night (uh!)
You know I ain't livin' right
And you wanna be the wifey (wifey...)
So it's hurtin' you to like me (like me...)
And it's killin' you to love (uh!)
Chatter gets to you 'cause you always in the club (uh-huh!)
I ain't tryna cuddle up, girl you gotta go home
Don't get me outta my zone, stop callin' my phone (uh!)
Save the cryin' for the dummy (dummy...)
I wake up both eyes on the motherfuckin' money (money...)
About
Genius Annotation
This song is pretty much about women and how banks feels towards them, even tho he does that in a lot of songs.
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Find answers to frequently asked questions about the song and explore its deeper meaning
- 2.Super Crack
- 4.Predator
- 5.The Pulse
- 7.Score
- 8.We Fuckin
- 9.Love Shots
- 10.Jokes on You
- 11.Young Fly Flashy
- 12.Ice Box Part 2
- 13.No Love
- 14.Cashin In
- 16.Keep Your Cool
- 18.Come Up
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November 8, 2011
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