F*ck, f*ck
Ayy, ayy, ayy
F*ck, f*ck it up, f*ckin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
F*ck it up, f*ckin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
Oh, she a dog with that shit (roof)
Got me on a leash, shorty need a collar for my dick, ayy
I'm f*ck it 'til it ain't no walls in that bitch
When I throw it on you, baby, make her tell it like a 'cedes
Oh, she a dog with that shit (woof, damn, f*ck)
Come here, baby, let me get your number right quick
I be walkin' in and f*ckin' up the summer and shit
When she walk in here, she get to dun-dun-dunin' in this shit
Dropped the cash out my bag go to thumbin' this shit
Bitch, I don't, I gotta, I don't wanna, bitch, I'm definitely rich
I paid your airfare for you 'cause definitely lit
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
F*ck, f*ck it up, f*ckin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
F*ck it up, f*ckin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
I'ma big timer nigga, yeah, don't forget it, yeah
That mean I'ma f*ck if she all in my city, yeah
You a broke nigga, don't f*ck with me, yeah
You a broke bitch, you might still get the dick
Ayy, pretty face, waist, ass, why I'm f*ckin' with you
I said, "F*ck that nigga," 'cause I'm f*ckin' richer
He got a Richard Mille, nigga, f*ck Richard
I'll be damned if I buy another band for my hand, I'm drunk
Oh yeah, you gon' sleep after we f*ck but I don't know where
I go deep in her tree trunk, I f*ck, no care
Then I, ah, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet in your hair
I'ma f*ck it up, f*ckin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
F*ck it up, f*ckin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah