[Intro: Big Sean & Nas]
I’m sorry Sierra Leone, one day we’ll right the wrongs
White sand on her feet
Paper, player
Diamonds and gold
[Chorus: Big Sean, James Fauntleroy, Big Sean & James Fauntleroy]
She tell me she love me (She tell me she love me)
I’m everything that she want (She say I’m everything she wants)
Top floor, only way that we go
Diamonds and gold, Sierra Leone, Leone
Hotel look like Sierra Leone, Leone
Chain, ring look like Sierra Leone, Leone
And she don’t ever tell me I’m wrong, I’m wrong
‘Cause she don’t want to leave Sierra Leone, Leone (Leone, Leone)
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Getting to it, I be getting to it
Hella groovin’, rooftop, better viewin’
Always hella coppin’, no propellers, moving bank tellers
Movin’, youngin’, revenuin’, mozzarella chewin’, you know?
Lobster butter basted
I deserve every crumb tasted, road to riches one way and
Sunbathing, tongue tastin’
After that, she wine tasting, Sean tastin’
You know? I gave her diamonds and gold
That’s Sierra Leone, her friends like “Girl, don’t let go”
So she ain’t askin’, she ain’t whinin’
Complainin’ or trippin’, man, I got her damn near strippin’
For the handbag livin’, Saks Fifthin’, tag rippin’
No more tab splittin’, cab gettin’, who wants to go back to that livin’? Do ya?
So let’s sex on the beach
Then the rest on the sheets for the rest of the week, ’til
[Chorus: Big Sean, James Fauntleroy, Big Sean & James Fauntleroy]
She tell me she love me (She tell me she love me)
I’m everything that she want (Showing everything she wants)
Top floor, only way that we go
Diamonds and gold, Sierra Leone, Leone
Hotel look like Sierra Leone, Leone
Chain, ring look like Sierra Leone, Leone
And she don’t ever tell me I’m wrong, I’m wrong
‘Cause she don’t want to leave Sierra Leone, Leone (Leone, Leone)
[Bridge]
Oh-woah, woah
Oh-woah, woah
Oh-woah, woah
[Verse 2: Big Sean]
What you know about wake up to fuckin’ ‘fore you even can stretch?
Yeah, I’m on vacay and my dick still need a rest
I might get her on film, star and direct
Just might win an award if that shit hit the ‘net
Oh, reclinin’ in seats
Not liftin’ a finger ‘less I’m signin’ receipts
Livin’ life like I got a degree
Nah, fuck it, I’m livin’ life like I done got in the league
Look, my car look like it play for the Lakers
Credit card look like it play for the Raiders
I watch her play for the paper
Chandelier, marble floor on her feet
She say I’m a don, I gotta agree, I fuck her to sleep
[Chorus: Big Sean, James Fauntleroy, Big Sean & James Fauntleroy]
She tell me she love me (She tell me she love me)
I’m everything that she want (Showing everything she wants)
Top floor, only way that we go
Diamonds and gold, Sierra Leone, Leone
Hotel look like Sierra Leone, Leone
Chain, ring look like Sierra Leone, Leone
And she don’t ever tell me I’m wrong, I’m wrong
‘Cause she don’t want to leave Sierra Leone, Leone (Leone, Leone, oh)
[Outro: Big Sean]
Oh, baby, mm
Mm
Mm-mm
I gotta take a shower, you so goddamn nasty, baby
Okay, baby
Ayy, baby, can you get that?
Yo, what’s up with you?
Ayy, who is it?
Oh shit, it’s just room service
Room service? Again?
That’s all you grabbed? What about these rings?
What are you looking for?
Ayy, could you grab me a towel?
His wallet
Lisa, grab that phone
Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up
Wait, and are those Balenciagas?
Ooh, get ’em, get all that shit
Alright, come on, we gotta get the fuck out of here
Yo
Yo, hello?
Bitch, what the fuck?
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