Young Money – Bedrock (Instrumental) (Prod. By Kane Beatz)

[Refrain: Lloyd]
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Young Money)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Kane is in the building, nigga)
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock
I-I-I-I can make your bed rock

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, she got that good-good, she Michael Jackson bad
I’m attracted to her, or 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; soccer team
Cold as a winter’s day, hot as a summer’s eve
Young Money thieves steal your love and leave

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
I like the way you walking if you walking my way
I’m that Red Bull, now let’s fly away
Let’s buy a place, with all kind of space
I’ll let you be the judge, and-and-and I’m the case
I’m Gudda Gudda, I put her under
I see me with her, no Stevie Wonder
She don’t ever wonder, ’cause she know she bad
And I got her, nigga: grocery bag

[Chorus: Lloyd]
Ooh baby, I be stuck to you like glue, baby
Wanna spend it all on you, baby
My room is the G-spot
Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock

[Refrain: Lloyd]
(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 (Ayy!)

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Okay, I get it, let me think, I guess it’s my turn
Maybe it’s time to put this pussy on your sideburns
He say I’m bad, he prob’ly right
He pressing me like button-downs on a Friday night
I’m so pretty like, be on my pedal bike
Be on my low starch, be on my egg whites
He say, “Nicki don’t stop, you the bestest”
And I’d just be coming off the top, asbestos

[Verse 4: Drake]
I love your sushi roll, hotter than wasabi
I race for your love, “Shake’n Bake” Ricky Bobby
I’m at the W, but I can’t meet you in the lobby
Girl, I gotta watch my back, ’cause I’m not just anybody
I seen em stand in line just to get beside her
I let her see the Aston and let the rest surprise her
That’s when we disappear, you need GPS to find her
Oh, that was your girl? I thought I recognized her

[Chorus: Lloyd]
Ooh baby, I be stuck to you like glue, baby
Wanna spend it all on you, baby
My room is the G-spot
Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock

[Refrain: Lloyd]
(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 (Ayy!)

[Verse 5: Tyga]
She like tanning, I like staying in
She like romance and I like rolling with friends
She said I’m caged in, I think her conscience is
She’s watching that Oxygen, I’m watching ESPN
But when that show ends, she all over my skin, lotion
Slow-mo motions, rollercoastin’
Like back, forth, hold it
She poses like it’s for posters and I poke like I’m suppose to
Take this photo if you for me, she said: “Don’t you ever show this!”
I’m too loyal and too focused
To be losing and be hopeless
When I spoke this, she rejoiced it, said “Your words get me open”
So I closed it, where your clothes is?
I’m only loving for the moment

[Verse 6: Jae Millz]
She ain’t got a man, but she’s not alone
Miss Independent, yeah, she got her own
Hey gorgeous, um, I mean flawless, well
That’s what you are, how I see it is how I call it, yeah
Look-look at how she walk, m-hmm, she know she bad
Do-do your thang baby, I ain’t even mad
And I ain’t leavin’ fast, I’ma stay awhile
Hold your head, Chris, I-I’ma take it down!

[Chorus: Lloyd]
Ooh baby, I be stuck to you like glue, baby
Wanna spend it all on you, baby
My room is the G-spot
Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock (Young Money, Yea , Yea)

[Refrain: Lloyd]
(Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock
(Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl
(Gudda Gudda, T-Streets, Mack Maine, J Millz)
(Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock
(Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ayy!)
(Tyga Tyga)

[Chorus: Lloyd]
Ooh baby, I be stuck to you like glue, baby
(Drizzy Drake, Nicki Minaj)
Wanna spend it all on you, baby
(Hey Chanel, Lil Twist, Lil Chuckie, and Young Lloyd, AYEE!)
My room is the G-spot
Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock

[Refrain: Lloyd]
(Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock
(We Young Money)
(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 (Ayy!)