Obvious decisions...
You out of town for the weekend with your bitches
Don't let your make-up run on the linen
You got Louis V luggage when your flying in
Im in the city, heard nigga's want smoke I won't call no truce
I switch lanes in an M6 coupe I been high off juice
Riding with a diva I love her persona, she like mine too
I wear the Fendi when I'm stepping out the house, I don't wear no suits
You look way to good to be dining in
I got you out in the latest Mercedes Benz
You hoping out in the latest Givenchy in
That's how you make these nigga's all pay attention
Flying through the intersection
I keep the heat by my side like its a profession
And I had way to much pride that I forgot to mention
The foreign navigation works inside so I don't need directions
And girl I know i'm MIA but not forever
MIA no, but you
Obvious decisions...
You out of town for the weekend with your bitches
Don't let your make-up run on the linen
You got Louis v luggage when your flying in
But Your Always to turnt up
Oh it was hard to adjust
Oh you was all in a rush
Oh it was hard to trust
Always to turnt up
Oh it was hard to adjust
Oh you was all in a rush
Oh it hard to trust
See still going top speed searching for perfection
Tryna read your mind girl I'm not to good with guessing
I got the hundred's on my mind its not a new obsession
Switching locations but not sides I had to keep em' guessing
Obvious decisions...
You out of town for the weekend with your bitches
Don't let your make up run on the linen
You got Louis V luggage when your flying in