Tell me what the f*ck you want to do now
I don't ever party but I'm here now
I like the way you move
The way you come down
I want to leave with you
And take you up town
Lets hit the road
Anywhere we can go
Your neck is froze
Silhouette like a rose
Hold me down don't let go
Balling in LA
That bitch want to f*ck me cause Im up now
Dolce, Prada, 'Sace
I got all that on my ass now
Eastside of my city
I got love for all them bad hoes
And they get that bag though
Spent that on a bag though
All them flashing lights I see
I need this when I feel low
Riding with a 10
And then I pass her like Im rondo
That bitch so damn bad
I can't remember any of my old hoes
I love when she gets low
Drop down, clap that ass though
(Why don't you believe in me?)
And I put it on my soul
I won't let you go
(Why don't you believe in me?)
Dressed in Saint Laurent
I know what you want
But I know you're a front