Lyrics: Kenyatta Frazier/Clifton Meador Shayne
Music: Kenyatta Frazier/Clifton Meador Shayne
Yeah, she wanna ****, I'm like, "Yes"
She wanna lay on my chest, I wanna get on her breast
I want a yacht, yeah, I want a pint of red
I wanna throw them racks to my dog, yeah, fetch
Once you run them racks up, these hoes not hard to catch
She wanna **** on a star, yeah, ride foreign cars, yeah
On the way to Mars, yeah, yeah, I'm runnin' out of space
Yeah, yeah, I did what I did 'cause she don't love me anyway
Yeah, how you change up? I thought this was a safe place
I used to, yeah, on her face, how the **** I grow apart from ya?
Wish I could go back to where we started, yeah
I miss the times we had
Can't fumble a bitch, I dropped the switch
Now all these hoes too bad
How you fix yo' lips to say what you said?
I ain't make you that mad
How you disrespect what we had? That shit a slap to the face
Put the racks up for a rainy day, I'ma always be okay
As long as I got my stick with me, I'm forever safe
As long as they pretty, I'ma go get it
I ain't never runnin' out of ya, I ain't never runnin' out of nothin'
Yeah, yeah, you can count it up
Yeah, yeah, shawty, this for us
Yeah, yeah, shawty
Oh, you want that bag? That ain't nothin', I already bought it
She threw that pussy, I caught it
I can't even bap, I fell in love with it
We on an island, you can't even spot it on a map, yeah, it's private
I got her shakin', like don't cry
Stop playin', huh, be quiet
She love when I make the crowd moshpit, it's like I'm inciting a riot
Young Vamp Life, she want a bite, yeah
She wanna **** all night, yeah
She wanna shop, and I tell her, "Let's roll"
Ain't frontin' my boo, buy anything for my ho
Why you frontin' yo' boo, but you know you ain't got it?
Niggas go broke tryna pop how I pop it
Get on stage, yeah, you know how I rock it
She just wanna get in my pockets
But I can't go for that, I'd rather be by myself
Expensive, don't need no loan
Won't need nobody else
I don't need nobody else, I don't need nobody
Oh, you thought I couldn't **** yo' bitch?
Why the **** you try me?
Fully loaded diamonds on my wrist
Yeah, yeah, I'm iced up
Yeah, yeah, I like her
Yeah, yeah, I'ma ice her
Yeah, yeah, she one of a kind, I ain't met no other like ya
Told them **** niggas, "Pipe down," I got you piped up
Yeah, she wanna ****, I'm like, "Yes"
She wanna lay on my chest, I wanna get on her breast
I want a yacht, yeah, I want a pint of red
I wanna throw them racks to my dog, yeah, fetch
Once you run them racks up, these hoes not hard to catch
She wanna **** on a star, yeah, ride foreign cars, yeah
On the way to Mars, yeah, yeah, I'm runnin' out of space
Yeah, yeah, I did what I did 'cause she don't love me anyway