Yeah, okay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, okay
Do you wanna be my bae
Pop out, yeah, we just gon' wait
Selling out arenas, your girl is a dreamer
I don't know if she is an angel or a demon
I don't know if I should just keep her or leave her
I just wanna count my bands riding in a Beamer
She angelic, but she is kinda a diva
Riding off in a turbocharged Esteemer
These boys slow, so I think I gotta leave her
Blonde, baby, or redhead, I gotta pick one
I've been deep down in my own bag ketchup
Both these bitties tens, but I still gotta pick one
I'm so indecisive, pen and paper, yeah, I write it
I'm just sitting here while rhyming
Look, it still ain't on that timing
Change the topic, switch it up
Got a blunt, roll it up
Lean in a double cup
All six T's put up
Riding in something exotic
Your bitch looking at my body
I know she won't be my shawty
I get her number, then I block it
I don't got time for hoes
I be on my grind for my bros
Just wanna ride in a Rolls
And I be Smokin on doj
And I just caught me some goals
Stay away, don't get close
And I ride with my woes
Standin, all my 10 toes
Number one, make it go
Leave her low as a joke
Selling out arenas, your girl is a dreamer
I don't know if she is an angel or a demon
I don't know if I should just keep her or leave her
I just wanna get my bands, ridin inna beamer