R&B, Bully, Ja Blue, Mr. Smell Good, Blue Beaks, Single, Makers Every time I spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne She be like put what you got on, put what you got on, put what you got on, put what you got on Is it that Gucci, Versace, that Izzy, Miyake? Spray my neck once, wrist twice, then my body Yeah, that Prada, Giovanni, that Usher, Armani I spray my neck once, wrist twice, when I couldn't be alone Could it be we're losing five senses? Let's get all of them girls trippin' Cause every time I spray on a little bit of cologne Them girls be actin' different See first I bath, then I spray They don't know how to behave They be diggin' me like grass Tryin' to grease me up like wax And they know my songs like trash But for you that's rare like stash So I'm pumpin' them like wax And you cuffin' them like trash Now fix your face, now fix your face Homeboy, fix your face, fix your face, fix your face Homeboy, fix your face Every time I spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne She be like, boy, what you got on? Boy, what you got on? Boy, what you got on? Boy, what you got on? Is it that Gucci, Versace? That Izzy, Miyake? Spray my neck once, wrist twice, then my body Get it, Prada, Giovanni, that Usher, Armani I spray my neck once, wrist twice, when I could on my cologne Let me smell her like I'm rich when I spray on Izzy, Miyake Jean Paul made her wanna lick my body Thought I was a ***, but she took a whiff and she said What you got on, twister? I ain't even finna tell you, cause you ain't finna go and try to buy nothin' for that nigga She saw my gear, my teeth, my watch, my swag, my charm, my chain, my drop, the coupe Even though I'm old, none of these things got her gold She didn't really wanna hear nothin' that I was talkin' about until I sprayed on my cologne Fix your face, homeboy, fix your face, fix your face, yeah Every time I spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne Spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne She be like, boy, what you got on? Boy, what you got on? Boy, what you got on? Boy, what you got on? Just be like I said, Gucci, Atlantic's, smellin' like a kush Lay a brick up in my true religion, tell the truth, you look sad Gucci's my cologne, but I might put on that Creed I shoulda brought a stick to keep these girls from rushin' me And I snap just like success, you got on that Envy I be on that Wall Street, I be out in Zone 3 Baby wanna smell me, wanna exhale me For a friend, hear her, need to fix this hoop *** New cologne on my centerfold, candy paint me Think she got a fetish, baby, like to spend that money And I'm ballin' like an athlete, don't play on Sunday Ice cream, piece of half a meal, ain't it tasty? Every time I put it on, put it on, put it on She loving my cologne, my cologne, my cologne Every time I spray it on, spray it on, spray it on She lovin' my cologne, my cologne, my cologne Every time I spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne Spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne She be like, boy, what you got on? Boy, what you got on? Boy, what you got on? Boy, what you got on? Is it that Gucci, Versace, that Izzy, Miyagi? Spray my neck once, wrist twice, then my body Get it, Prada, Giovanni