Let me welcome y'all
I'd like to welcome y'all, I'd like to welcome y'all, (to Arena Music) I'd like to welcome y'all
Man Ah
That's Arena Music
Loving how I do it
That's Arena Music, Music
Let me welcome y'all
I'd like to welcome y'all, I'd like to welcome y'all, (to Arena Music) I'd like to welcome y'all
Man Ah
That's Arena Music
Loving how I do it
That's Arena Music, Music
This is that real cold shit
That... ain't nobody winning by field goal kick
Why you mad at money I'm still gone get
Why you try to hate, but you feel my shit
Try to knock it down before I build my shit
Wanna lock it out, but I still got in
That's just so me, that's just so me
Hit the mall, blow 50
And that's just on sneaks
Pull the drawers of bitches
Pull the dress off freaks
My spectacles is directed on these sexy hoes
Cologne all on my body
Polo hair to toenail
From the club to the hotel
Make sure you pulling my coat tail
When we moving through this crowd
These people might be loud
But that's just how they act when you look like a million pounds
Dollar nigga, pop collar nigga
Graduated, street scholar nigga
We'll just see who do the mileage quicker
Your putt putt or my Audi silver
Around the rims of that automobile
And what you think it costed, it probably did
These bitches bouncing, they screaming to it
They fiending that Arena Music
Tay G - Arena Music Lyrics
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Let me welcome y'all
I'd like to welcome y'all, I'd like to welcome y'all, (to Arena Music) I'd like to welcome y'all
Man Ah
That's Arena Music
Loving how I do it
That's Arena Music, Music
Let me welcome y'all
I'd like to welcome y'all, I'd like to welcome y'all, (to Arena Music) I'd like to welcome y'all
Man Ah
That's Arena Music
Loving how I do it
That's Arena Music, Music
This is that real cold shit
That... ain't nobody winning by field goal kick
Why you mad at money I'm still gone get
Why you try to hate, but you feel my shit
Try to knock it down before I build my shit
Wanna lock it out, but I still got in
That's just so me, that's just so me
Hit the mall, blow 50
And that's just on sneaks
Pull the drawers of bitches
Pull the dress off freaks
My spectacles is directed on these sexy hoes
Cologne all on my body
Polo hair to toenail
From the club to the hotel
Make sure you pulling my coat tail
When we moving through this crowd
These people might be loud
But that's just how they act when you look like a million pounds
Dollar nigga, pop collar nigga
Graduated, street scholar nigga
We'll just see who do the mileage quicker
Your putt putt or my Audi silver
Around the rims of that automobile
And what you think it costed, it probably did
These bitches bouncing, they screaming to it
They fiending that Arena Music
I'd like to welcome y'all, I'd like to welcome y'all, (to Arena Music) I'd like to welcome y'all
Man Ah
That's Arena Music
Loving how I do it
That's Arena Music, Music
Let me welcome y'all
I'd like to welcome y'all, I'd like to welcome y'all, (to Arena Music) I'd like to welcome y'all
Man Ah
That's Arena Music
Loving how I do it
That's Arena Music, Music
This is that real cold shit
That... ain't nobody winning by field goal kick
Why you mad at money I'm still gone get
Why you try to hate, but you feel my shit
Try to knock it down before I build my shit
Wanna lock it out, but I still got in
That's just so me, that's just so me
Hit the mall, blow 50
And that's just on sneaks
Pull the drawers of bitches
Pull the dress off freaks
My spectacles is directed on these sexy hoes
Cologne all on my body
Polo hair to toenail
From the club to the hotel
Make sure you pulling my coat tail
When we moving through this crowd
These people might be loud
But that's just how they act when you look like a million pounds
Dollar nigga, pop collar nigga
Graduated, street scholar nigga
We'll just see who do the mileage quicker
Your putt putt or my Audi silver
Around the rims of that automobile
And what you think it costed, it probably did
These bitches bouncing, they screaming to it
They fiending that Arena Music
Writer: Thomas Jenkins
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