BedRock - Young Money ft Lloyd (lyrics) I-I-I I can make your bed rock (Young Money) I-I-I I can make your bed rock, girl I-I-I I can make your bed rock I-I-I I can make your (bed rock) She got that good-good She Michael Jackson bad I\u0027m attracted to her, with her attractive ass And now we murderers, because we kill time I knock her lights out, and she still shine I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave But I keep her running back and forth Like a soccer team Cold as a winter\u0027s day Hot as a summer\u0027s eve Young Money thieves Steal your love and leave I like the way you walk, and if you walkin\u0027 my way I\u0027m that Red Bull, now let\u0027s fly away Let\u0027s buy a place, with all kind of space I let you be the judge, an\u0027-an\u0027-and I\u0027m the case I\u0027m Gudda Gudda I put her under I see me with her, no Stevie Wonder She don\u0027t even wonder, \u0027cause she know she bad And I got her, nigga Grocery bag Ooh (ooh) baby I be stuck to you Like glue (glue) baby Wanna spend it all on you (you) Baby, my room is the G-spot Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your bed rock, ooh I-I-I I can make your bed rock, ooh I-I-I I can make your bed rock girl, ooh I-I-I I can make your bed rock, ooh I-I-I I can make your bed rock OK, I get it Let me think, I guess it\u0027s my turn Maybe it\u0027s time to put this pussy on ya sideburns He say I\u0027m bad, he probably right He pressing me like button-downs on a Friday night (ha-ha) I\u0027m so pretty like Be on my pedal bike Be on my low starch Be on my Ecko whites He say, \u0022Nicki don\u0027t stop, you the bestest\u0022 And I just be coming off the top, asbestos I love ya sushi roll, hotter than wasabi I race for your love Shake and bake, Ricky Bobby I\u0027m at the W, but I can\u0027t meet you in the lobby Girl I gotta watch my back, \u0027cause I\u0027m not just anybody I seen \u0027em stand in line, just to get beside her I let her see the Aston, and let the rest surprise her That\u0027s when we disappear, and you need GPS to find her Oh, that was your girl? I thought I recognized her Ooh (ooh) baby (baby) I be stuck to you Like glue (glue) baby Wanna spend it all on you (you) Baby, my room is the G-spot Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your bed rock, ooh I-I-I I can make your bed rock, ooh I-I-I I can make your bed rock girl, ooh I-I-I I can make your bed rock, ooh I-I-I I can make your (bed rock) She like tanning I like staying in She like romancing I like rolling with friends She said I\u0027m caged in I think her conscience is She watching that Oxygen I\u0027m watching ESPN But when that show end She all on my skin, lotion Slow motions, while we roller coastin\u0027 Like back, forth, hold it (hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it) She pose like it\u0027s for posters And I poke like I\u0027m suppose to Take this photo if you for me She said, \u0022Don\u0027t you ever show this\u0022 I\u0027m too loyal (loyal, loyal) And too focused (focused, focused) To be losing (losin\u0027, losin\u0027) And be hopeless (hopeless, hopeless) When I spoke this, she rejoiced it Said, \u0022Your word get me open\u0022 So I closed it Where your clothes is I\u0027m only lovin\u0027 for the moment (for the moment, for the moment) She ain\u0027t got a man But she\u0027s not alone Miss Independent Yeah, she got her own Hey, gorgeous Um, I mean flawless Well, that\u0027s what you are, how I see it is how I call it, yeah L-look at how she walk Mhm, she know she bad D-do your thing, baby I ain\u0027t even mad And I ain\u0027t leavin\u0027 fast I\u0027m a stay a while Hold ya head Chris I-I\u0027m a take her down Ooh baby I be stuck to you Like glue (glue) baby Wanna spend it all on you (you) Baby, my room is the G-spot Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your bed rock, girl (Young Money, yeah) I-I-I I can make your bed rock, ooh I-I-I I can make your bed rock girl, ooh (Gudda Gudda) I-I-I I can make your bed rock, ooh (T-Streetz, Mack Maine) I-I-I I can make your bed rock (Jae Millz) Oh baby, (Drizzy Drake) I be stuck to you, (Nicki Minaj) Like glue (glue) baby, (hey, Shanell) Wanna spend it all on you (you), (Lil Twist) Baby (Lil Chuckey), my room is the G-spot, (and Young Lloyd) Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your bed rock girl (hey) I-I-I I can make your bed rock, ooh (we Young Money) I-I-I I can make your bed rock girl, ooh I-I-I I can make your bed rock, ooh I-I-I I can make your (bed rock) Hey!