I got a girl at home even though she ain’t buying And she gon’ give it up cause she know I might like it She gon’ give it up cause she know I might like it…(x3)Baby girl, you know I like, baby, you know just what I like Baby, know what I like, like, like, like, like Don’t be mad let her get hers, don’t be mad let her get hers She make her own luck, she don’t give a fuck She tryna have fun, take a break from the love Man your girl so bad let me get her, your girl so bad let me get her I make my own luck, I make that pussy talk On call to the fall, he can like it or not Nigga back the fuck up If you ain’t with me motherfucker you against me If you ain’t complimenting, nigga you offending I been out here last year wasting hella time XO is the only time invested Them fall shows every year like a birthday And I’m a do it every year in my birthplace And I ain’t been this gone since Thursday I never said that I’d be sober in the first place…Baby girl, you know what I love Baby, you know just what I love Mmmmmm…I just passed that liquor fell off stage I just sold out the 02 at my own pace I can say that I’m attached to nobody I been getting paper while these niggas tryna stop me
Shout my nigga Doc that’s a mentor Had some bad business, nothing personal Another world I thought we’d back up Some young Quincy Jones, dark skin Michael Jackson And these the motherfuckers that they package They new shit, hope it’s sounding like my past shit Bring your girl to my show give her floor seats Then she go downtown like she owe me XO, XO, XO, mix it up, pour it up, take it down slow This my sound, nigga fuck your sound Did it from the ground, ask around, bitch where that touchdown…When I touch down I’mma shake shit up Fuck a new man, I’mma break it up He can come back when I go on the road But, that pussy mine for the next three months ‘Cause the kid back, kid back, kid back Cop ten whips for my niggas when we land Queen street, nigga making money overseas Had a few more debts, I’mma pay it all in cash Shout out XO, shout out to the boy broke bread on tour, man it’s all love now Shout out my nigga stix, doing good in these streets Bet he popping more bottles then us right now Reason why they stressing, city never sunny When the kid come through more niggas than Apollo But ain’t shit funny, can’t nobody stop me All my hoes are trained I make all of them swallow All of them swallow, all of them swallow, all of them swallow I make all of them swallow All of them swallow, all of them swallow, all of them swallow, I make all of them swallow. All of them swallow, all of them swallow, all of them swallow, I make all of them swallow All of, all of, all of them swallow, all of them swallow, I make all of them swallow…
