"Sing" lyrics
(feat. Busta Rhymes)
(H. Money)
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?"
Sing, sing for me (Sing, sing)
Let that kitty ting-a-ling-a-ling (Sing)
Sing-a-ling-a-ling (Sing)
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, 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)
(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
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?"
Sing, sing for me (Sing, sing)
Let that kitty ting-a-ling-a-ling (Sing)
Sing-a-ling-a-ling (Sing)
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, 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)
(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
