Lyrics: Lee Major/Jahaan Sweet/Bryson Tiller/Marcus Allen James/Ryan Fulton/Anderson Hernandez/Matthew Samuels/Sean Momberger
Music: Lee Major/Jahaan Sweet/Bryson Tiller/Marcus Allen James/Ryan Fulton/Anderson Hernandez/Matthew Samuels/Sean Momberger
Look down on it
Look down on it
Baby aye
Yeah aye
Yeah yeah aye
Yeah yeah
Aye
Look down on it
Everything good and you know that I want it
Swoop down on you
Yeah
Yeah I see something in you lil' mama
Ice drink pouring
Yeah
Never stay around for a nigga that often
I'm just tryna talk with you
Yeah
Something seems wrong with you
Girl I know you really wanna come down baby yeah
There is nowhere for you to run now baby yeah
Aye-yeah
I know you want a real one baby yeah
Is that right
You scream middle night
Girl you know I'm waiting on you late night
Late night
All your friends are leaving by midnight
Henny ain't the only thing that feel right
You say you married that ain't what it look like
Look like
Ohh
All your friends are leavin'
Swoop down on it swoop down on it
Birthday suit that's your new style on it
Birthday coupé that's a new 500
You're too fly for me
Too fly honey
You're coop fly ooh ma'
They don't make 'em like you I do
Get me fitted for a suit top whoosah
Do not don't listen to that
Hoorah who's hot who's not that's weak
I saw you and told my nigga s wait that's me
Me
Saw you and they say you embracing your physique
Sorry but I can't help but think it was for me
She naughty we left the party
I had to
Look down on it
Everything good and you know that I want it
Swoop down on you yeah
Something seems wrong with you
Girl I know you really wanna come down baby yeah
There is nowhere for you to run now baby yeah
Aye-yeah
I know you want a real one baby yeah
Is that right
You scream middle night
Girl you know I'm waiting on you late night
Late night
All you friends are leaving by midnight
Henny ain't the only thing that feel right
You say you married that ain't what it look like
Aye
Who gon' cover the bill
I guess I deliver man
All these drinks we done spilled
I keep the bottle on chill
Say that you new to this I'm not you baby
Tell them other nigga s I rock too crazy
As made a nigga do six one-eighties
Put your Louis purse in the back of the white Mercedes yeah
It's going off in here
Black Audi to match the Audemars
I'm here with all my peers I drip
Dolce 'til I disappear in the whip
I spend like double ya nigga s rent
I get two shots of whatever since all the Hennys out
Pistol dressed a*s too big for me to sketch it out
Why do y'all girls buy clothes if y'all gon' strech them out
Too loud in my section they tryna spell it out
Balcony at Liv I saw you headed for the exit
And that shit gon' leave me restless
If I never make this move and try to
Swoop down
Look down yeah
Swoop down
You gotta look baby
Look down
Swoop down
Look down
Swoop down
Look down
You gotta swoop down
Swoop down
Yeah yeah yeah yeah