Alright, for sure you gotta give ’em a, a fire song now
Alright, run it from the top
Said it’s on sight, tryna see you
Free your mind for a minute
Only temporary
Then we blow the gas and left out
Now I’m covered in your lip gloss
At least you know this shit who big dog
I got you
And you’re ridin’ it again, can’t stop you
Ride around the six again (ride around)
Switch the Honda, then I got a Benz (oh)
And this a coupe, no, I can’t scoop your friends
And, yeah, I got you when we hit the bedroom
Then we smoke the gas up like it’s fumes (look, uh)
Now she ain’t gotta brag, Prada bag, she don’t lollygag
Pussy lollipop, so damn sweet, my tooth done cracked
Ayy, my dentist gettin’ some business
But I got that insurance, guarantees and retentions
But, damn, she so relentless, she want me to own it, I just want to rent it
Old-school Indian tribe, can’t see me inside ’cause the windows is tinted
I’m on that five-percent shit and my phone at like five percent, shit
So I don’t got long to vent, bend over, put your face right down where the vent is
We smell like Dolce inside the cabana
Brazil, we in Copacabana
Pack sealed like them niggas on water
Gas still leakin’ out like the chronic I bought her
Called up my lil’ freak in the morning, busy, gotta work
When I’m done, come and get me, this ain’t regular ballin’
You are lookin’ at the makin’ of Jordan (Michael), Bron and (James), all them (Same)
Stylin’, God know
I’m from the country, lil’ darling
Pardon me for all these horses I’m drivin’
We turn up all degrees
I’m just tryna please you, I’m just tryna please you
Don’t act like you got amnesia
You know what it is when I come through
Ride around the six again (ride around)
Switch the Honda, then I got a Benz (oh)
And this a coupe, no, I can’t scoop your friends
And, yeah, I got you when we hit the bedroom
Then we smoke the gas up like it’s fumes
All fours, NFL shit, bitch, yeah, yeah
I can see the sexy in your eyes and I can tell, yeah
And I love when you toppin’ me, love when you toppin’ me
I wanna write this one down
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