I'm tryna tell you what I need from you, express my feelings in a booth, make a theme for you
I work in the field, not tryna bleed on you, I ain't playin' games, I got a target with a beam on it
I need good health, so I stop smokin' woods, I be walkin' real stealth, so you know I'm livin' good
I just need my bitch top shelf, not in the hood, I can make your life a book, if you wanna ride with me, mama, please, mama
Take you somewhere where they got high humidity, I'm talkin' Vegas, cuz that's where the strippers be, uh
F*ckin' with me, I put you in some Balencis, I give you like five or bags before you even leave, uh
I'm single, I feel no evil, so why should I be scared to spend my bag on all the people
Cop a list of shawties women, hooper named her Lisa, another one that flip over the ropes, cuz she's a diva
I don't believe you, leave you
Tell me another nigga that do this shit like me, show me one that got more versatility
That can swag up on the beat and get your bitch up on her feet
My diamonds lookin' so flashy, but I'm not a millionaire
And all you niggas be ashy, and I swear y'all never cared
Man, I got that Ric Flair, pull your bitch up from a stare
Then, I'll compliment her skin, and I'll compliment the glare from her hair
I'm tryna tell you what I need from you, express my feelings in a booth, make a theme for you
I work in the field, not tryna bleed on you, I ain't playin' games, I got a target with a beam on it
I need good health, so I stop smokin' woods, I be walkin' real stealth, so you know I'm livin' good
I just need my bitch top shelf, not in the hood, I can make your life a book, if you wanna ride with me, mama, please, mama