Yeah
That's right! (Goddamn)
(Beat dat mo'fucker up, boy)
Yeah
Got it in case you ain't have
Get 'em up out I'ma persuade her
Yeah
Different over inside, yuh, tuh
Ayy
Hold up, pull the curtains back
Let the show begin (show)
She sent me everything, she posting her close friends
I hit them hoes with the crossover wallet
No makeup, you're still a ten in the morning
Might just roll the dice, baby shake some (shake)
Gotta get out the money, never take none
Hey, this the way, would you wait
By the beach out the country?
That's a getaway, uh
All on IG wit' you friends and they bad too
Louis V, Prada and Chanel, I just bagged you
Niggas stay speakin' on your name and never had you, whoa
Let me stretch you, while I hit the flex (flex)
Had to take my talents to the west
Now every time we show up, get a check (yuh, yuh)
Number one, girl you da best, yeah
Perfect sex, you got real sex, yeah
Perfect sex, no Percocets, yeah
Number one, girl you da best, yeah
Perfect sex, you got real sex, yeah
Perfect sex, no Percocets, yeah (uh)
Told you how I'm feeling girl, stay out your feelings
Yellow tape around the money, I just made a killing
You the icing on the cake, let them bitches hate
Fucked up once, but not again, I learn from my mistakes, uh
Green light, now I got you on go
Don't let your friends trick you out
Just fight them, leave them hoes, uh
I treat you special 'cause you're certified
Told me you like fast cars but want me slow inside
I just block them bitches, no more calling me
Tried to give you half, but you want all of me
It's the simple things
It's the simple things
Married to the money, what's a wedding ring?
I ain't got no time for the fake shit
Made it to the top from the basement
Body real, ain't put together, it ain't no make-shift
Nothing you put on's ever basic
Number one, girl you da best, yeah
Perfect sex, you got real sex, yeah
Perfect sex, no Percocets, yeah
Number one, girl you da best, yeah
Perfect sex, you got real sex, yeah
Perfect sex, no Percocets, yeah