Guantanamera lyrics

[Intro: Trey Songz]
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, yeah

[Chorus: Sage The Gemini & Trey Songz]
She always complainin', she say I'm a player (Damn, yeah)
Cars stupid fast, goodbye to my haters (Let's get it, yeah)
Ballin' at the gym, now who wanna play us? (Let's go, yeah)
Got a bad b*tch, Guantanamera (Hey, hey, hey, turn up)
Whoa, Guantanamera
Whoa, Guantanamera
Whoa, Guantanamera
Hey, hey, Guantanamera

[Verse 1: Sage The Gemini]
Guantanamera, we in Venezuela
I don't know her name but I know where she came from
House so big I can't see my neighbors (I can't see 'em)
I grab 'em and pass 'em, you try to save 'em, yeah
Whoa, Guantanamera
Ridin' Audis through the hood, you know I be skatin'
Tiptoein' in my Jordans soon as I lace 'em
Spent in all at the mall, it was Vuitton she lace 'em
Now I'ma go crazy, now baby, you know that your looks are deceivin'
I tell all these girl that I'm rich and don't need 'em and no one believes me (They don't believes me)
These n*ggas be mad, I be catchin' their baby girl lookin' and peeping
Take her home then I beat it 'til she sleepin', sleepin' (Hey, hey, hey, turn up)
[Chorus: Sage The Gemini]
She always complainin', she say I'm a player (Damn)
Cars stupid fast, goodbye to my haters (Let's get it)
Ballin' at the gym, now who wanna play us? (Let's go)
Got a bad b*tch, Guantanamera (Hey, hey, hey, turn up)
Whoa, Guantanamera
Whoa, Guantanamera
Whoa, Guantanamera
Hey, hey, Guantanamera

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Pull up in a Benz screamin' "f*ck a hater" (Woo)
And n*gga, I done caught your b*tch on an elevator (Goin' up)
n*gga, I done told your b*tch I'ma f*ck her later (Yea!)
And she gon' only get this di*k, not no f*ckin' paper (Nah!)
Vamanos, knock 'em all down like dominoes then I tell 'em adios
If you got a bad b*tch and she suck a good di*k
Better lock her pus*y down and you call it Guantanamo
Huh, that pus*y tryna run, uh, call that cardio
This gon' be a lot of fun, moon turn to the sun
We gon' get it to tomorrow
Spend a couple car notes on a couple bottles
Yo, the rich sh*t don't end (Don't end)
You don't wanna roll all along, tell your homies come on
And it's on, I'ma hit your friend (Hit your friend)
Uh, I'm cool with it if you cool with it
If you suck, spit and you drool with it
And I'ma be up in the hole all day
Guantanamo bay (Trey)
[Chorus: Sage The Gemini, Trey Songz, Both]
She always complainin', she say I'm a player (Woah)
Cars stupid fast, goodbye to my haters (Oh, oh)
Ballin' at the gym, now who wanna play us? (Play us)
Got a bad b*tch, Guantanamera (Hey, hey, hey, turn up)
Whoa, Guantanamera (Uh, huh)
Whoa, Guantanamera (Uh, huh)
Whoa, Guantanamera (Uh, huh)
Hey, hey, Guantanamera