(Goddamn, baby)
(Id, please)
Wonder will she stick around through the highs and lows?
Couple things I would like to know
Diamonds on me, I can't hide the glow
That's my brother whether right or wrong
Put that pussy on a flight to Rome
I found her pussy, couldn't find her soul
Ask my nigga, "What they grinding for?"
I asked myself, "What I'm riding for?"
I hit it once, going twice for sure
Buy her Rollies like it's Michael Kors
Diamonds on me, you can't find the flaws
Skywalker tryna find the force
If they ain't got it, then they eyes on yours
Her legs open, she ain't tryna talk
Sex, beer, when we flyin' abroad
So pack your bags, we gon' fly tomorrow
So pad a duffel when we leavin'
I give that good sex when she need it
And I'm 'bout to give her somethin' to believe in
I got her legs pointing to the ceiling
She got that tight, tight, so I ease in
And I be sky high when I'm leanin'
She got the right vibe, what I needin'
She be my type for the evening
So we gon' run it up, cah e we up now
Them hatin' niggas want my head down
I love my niggas 'cause they held me down
I made this shit, outta L-Town
I'm Heaven-sent, but I'm hell bound
My heart goes out to the jailhouse
If you ridin' wit' me, you can't bail out
We build this shit, they can't tear it down
See, I do not trust no one, uh
Can't trust no one, uh
I been out here so long, uh
That's so long, uh
Tryna get this money long, uh
(Tryna get this money long)
Can't waste no time, no
But I know that's on her mind now
Wonder will she stick around through the highs and lows?
Couple things I would like to know
Diamonds on me, I can't hide the glow
That's my brother whether right or wrong
Put that pussy on a flight to Rome
I found her pussy, couldn't find her soul
Ask my nigga, "What they grinding for?"
I asked myself, "What I'm riding for?"
I hit it once, going twice for sure
Buy her Rollies like it's Michael Kors
Diamonds on me, you can't find the flaws
Skywalker tryna find the force
If they ain't got it, then they eyes on yours
Her legs open, she ain't tryna talk
Sex, beer, when we flyin' abroad
So pack your bags, we gon' fly tomorrow
This lovin' got her in her feelings, fiending
For that sexual healing, pleasing (yeah, yeah)
From the morning to the evening, she been
Diving deeper than my semen, demon
She ain't sleepin' when she dreamin', freezin' (woo)
Diamonds on me and they gleamin', beamin'
Smokin' loud and now I'm leanin', schemin'
I know he sent me for a reason
Louis duffel with my Gucci sweater
Will you keep a secret what we do together? Tell me
Diamonds dancin', different color settings
If she really wit' me, she gon' ride forever
Let me show you how a real nigga does it
Baby ain't nobody gonna get you wetter
Show you how a real nigga does it
If you see the glacier, it might change the weather
See, I do not trust no one, uh
Can't trust no one, uh
I been out here so long, uh
That's so long, uh
Tryna get this money long, uh
(Tryna get this money long)
Can't waste no time, no
But I know that's on her mind now
Wonder will she stick around through the highs and lows?
Couple things I would like to know
Diamonds on me, I can't hide the glow
That's my brother whether right or wrong
Put that pussy on a flight to Rome
I found her pussy, couldn't find her soul
Ask my nigga, "What they grinding for?"
I asked myself, "What I'm riding for?"
I hit it once, going twice for sure
Buy her Rollies like it's Michael Kors
Diamonds on me, you can't find the flaws
Skywalker tryna find the force
If they ain't got it, then they eyes on yours
Her legs open, she ain't tryna talk
Sex, beer, when we flyin' abroad
So pack your bags, we gon' fly tomorrow
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