Pharrell Video (MV)

Tell me baby, do I make you happy like Pharrell
She don't really f*ck with Louis, told me buy her that Chanel
Niggas hatin' on me, I'm a grab the Glock and wish him well
I already hit Alisha now I'm f*ckin' on Michelle
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ayy
I be all gas, no brakes when I'm spittin', huh
Real pimpin', got these hoes cookin' chicken
Why you mad? Oh, you couldn't even get a bitch to listen
If she follow what I say, then we can probably make a ticket
The reason I was single, I don't think you really get it
Put them blues in my pocket, or the curb is where you kick it
Me and all my niggas stupid, shout out to my nigga Bridget
If it's money to be got, then nigga, guess who finna get it
Bag chasin', yeah, I probably stumble, never fell
If you gettin' money, why your nigga starvin' up in jail
R.I.P. the ones in heaven, I'ma give these niggas hell
Let the kids up outta school, the way these bullets get expelled
Tell me, baby, do I make you happy? Like, for real?
She don't really f*ck with Louis, told me, buy her that Chanel
Niggas hatin' on me, I'ma grab the Glock and wish him well
I already hit Alisha, now I'm f*ckin' on Michelle
Had a bad bitch from the islands, lookin' like Rihanna
I get freaky when she pay me, eat it up like Benihana
I'm an animal, alligator mixed with a piranha
She a bird, let her fly, cause I don't f*ck Thottiana
Ayy, okay, I'm back in
2 G17s, they my black twins
I done gave my all to the streets
Put my last in, walkin', smellin' like a ounce of dope
Who got that pack in
Okay, I'm back in
2 G17s, they my black twins
I done gave my all to the streets
Put my last in, walkin', smellin' like a ounce of dope
Who got that pack in