[ Featuring FCP Jaccboi ]
Damn baby, yeah you fine as hell
We need that lovin' like Rich Paul, and Adele
For your lovin', girl you know that I'ma drop some shells
She f*ck with anything, so I'ma go buy her Chanel
Babygirl, yeah you know you the one
She always on her grind, and she brighter than the sun
She lookin' like Mulan, babygirl just have my son
Took her right to Italy, we in Milan shoppin' for fun
Baby the Maybach, it got curtains you can cry in it, for all the time spendin'
Jaccboi, he always winnin'
Girl, you the only one that seen my vision
I had to f*ck you in the right spots, I had to use precision
Give my momma, and my girl a couple thousand, just for livin'
I ain't had this type of love inside my life, it's been a minute
Never switchin', stay down with this shit like I'm committed
If this shit fall, we work this shit out like LA Fitness
Damn baby, yeah you fine as hell
We need that lovin' like Rich Paul, and Adele
For your lovin', girl you know that I'ma drop some shells
She f*ck with anything, so I'ma go buy her Chanel
(Yeah)
Lil shawty, know she bad
I'm low key, new to all this lovin' that I never had
Stingy with money, but for you I'll probably drop a bag
Lil shawty something like my twin, I got her bittin' swag
Girl, no Miguel, but you adore me
This lovin' so foreal, I might just write a story
Swear you my light and day, whenever it get stormy
Cruise through the city, while we rollin' on them Forgees (Skrrt)
You picture perfect, thought I let you know
Ex man a fool, I'm steady askin', 'how he let you go'
I put them flowers by yo door, I hope you read the note
Girl, leave yo exes in the dust, them lil boys, they a joke
She on her grind, and she brighter than the sun
She lookin' like Mulan, babygirl just have my son
I can't breathe without this girl, I swear to God she my lung
She ain't know I did shit for her, so I got this girl sprung
She gon' get a ring, like Robert Orey
She tellin' all her friends, that she be f*ckin' on Jacorey
God got the pen, and he just writtin', this love story
We stay up in our own lane, we some just like Tory
Man f*ck her ex, he ain't treat her right
If she far away, I swear to God, boy I send a flight
Slim body, brown skin, swear to God, boy that is my type
Jaccboi beat the pussy up, it's some just like fight night
She said she wanna f*ck on me, we gon' be up all night
Damn baby, yeah you fine as hell
