Okay, okay. Alright, alright
Okay, okay. Alright, alright
Okay, okay. Alright, alright
Okay, okay
I take you where you wanna go
I can't be f*ckin' on the low
I get that bag, that's for sure
Don't mean we gotta let em know
I take you where you wanna go
I can't be f*ckin' on the low
I get that bag, that's for sure
Don't mean we gotta let em know
Yo, shades, Dolce Gabbana
I don't really call it trickin' if you got it
Yo, legs get to shakin' when I'm inside ya
I love it when you call me Big Papa
Ain't really tryna turn into a problem
If a nigga want smoke, we'll chop him
My niggas on go like a mobster
Switchie get to ticking like it's a dancer
I get you wetter than rain
F*ck your ex, nigga, that nigga's a lame
Take you where you wanna go, we hoppin' off planes
Trip to St. Lucia and try some new things
Swervin' in traffic and hoppin' out lanes
Get to the bag, give a f*ck about the fame
I gave my last to some niggas that changed
I can't get mad, it's a part of the game
All of these bitches be movin' the same
I try to love you, you f*cked up again
I fill my cup to relieve all the pain
Pour just enough to relieve all the pain
Knew you f*cked up when you did it again
Time after time, but it still feel the same
I don't have time for the bullshit and games
Stay on my grind and then f*ck out the way
I take you where you wanna go
I can't be f*ckin' on the low
I get that bag that's for sure
Don't mean we gotta let em know
I take you where you wanna go
I can't be f*ckin' on the low
I get that bag that's for sure
Don't mean we gotta let em know
I take you where you wanna go
I can't be f*ckin' on the low
I get that bag that's for sure
Don't mean we gotta let em know
I take you where you wanna go
I can't be f*ckin' on the low
I get that bag that's for sure
Don't mean we gotta let em know