Get yo' ass of that high horse that you rode in here on (on)
You know I'm tryna slide more
We was stuck inside for too long (long)
I might show my ass tonight
My God, tell the models, "Keep the bottles on ice"
No chill (huh, huh), for real
You know I ain't got no chill (huh), for real
You know I ain't got no chill, for real
And she ain't on her best behavior
You ain't Jesus, why you tryna be her savior?
Lil' Superman cape divin' in to save her
Dutty wine like wine in the glass to savor
I'm boujee, I like salmon with the capers
Gucci slides, my pockets like paper (ah)
And if I'm pulling up tonight
I'm doin' all y'all basic hoes a favor
No chill (huh), for real
You know I ain't got no chill (huh, huh), for real
And even if I bust down the ice on the grill
Cool as the breeze on the Cadillac Seville
No chill (huh), for real
You know I ain't got no chill, for real
We've been inside for way too long
I'ma need you to get both cheeks on the dance floor
I ran it back
'Cause you've been runnin' through my mind
Now, baby, all night, all night
You lookin' back
And if we keep lockin' them eyes
You know I'm on that, I'm on that
Nah, we done had all year to chill
All of that chill don't pay the bills
Tell the DJ, "Chill and run my shit back like whoa-oa-oa-oa"
Get yo' ass of that high horse that you rode in here on (on)
You know I'm tryna slide more
We was stuck inside for too long (long)
I might show my ass tonight
My God, tell the models, "Keep the bottles on ice"
No chill (huh, huh), for real
You know I ain't got no chill (huh), for real
You know I ain't got no chill, for real
And even if I bust down the ice on the grill
Cool as the breeze on the Cadillac Seville
No chill (huh), for real
You know I ain't got no chill
(Gucci slides)
(Gucci slides)
(Gucci slides)
For real
You know I ain't got no chill