Music: Robert Davis III/Jo-Vaughn Scott
Shoutout to 42 Dugg, can't go broke like Jaw
She saw these VVS in my Cartier
And she got shocked
I can take you to the moon
And we'd be back before dinner
We catch a flight to Miami
We'd be back before lunch
Growin' up I didn't talk
I always threw the first punch
If I tell you that I love you
Then I really, really love you
Call that p***y T.I. 'cause I swear that it is trouble
Ay, Twenty, I love that you honest
I hate that them hoes in your comments
But I love that them hoes in your comments
'Cause that mean that my nigga is on it
Forever I love Atlanta
That's where I met lil' shawty
My nigga got robbed
That's why I always keep my .40
I made a promise that I always got your back
This shit a movie, it should be on Cinemax
If I take you on a date, have my driver
Come and drive you, camera on the column
And you know it got a sky view
Rollin' up a Backwood
"Twenty, can I massage you?"
You could bring a friend, I can Nicki Minaj you
I told her bring her swimsuit
She might wanna get wet
I got a mini igloo up from my neck
She hit me up from the text
When I hopped off of the jet
Said you was ****in' her wrong
I had to come and correct
And now she can't leave me alone
'Cause she know I'm the one
Love the way we shine together
I might give her a sun
We ride together in the 911, trunk in the front
We was headed to the store
Told her get what she want
Ay, Joey, you know that you spoiled (Uh)
You know that this p***y is for you
You wearin' your crown, it's so royal
You know you my king and I'm loyal
Forever I love my city
That's where I met lil' baby
The way she ridin' on it
Probably drive a nigga craz
Take you for a spin in my old school Mercedes
And I'll always be a player
Don't you ever try to play me, nah, nah