Quarter million dollars all on my skin Tote this F&N like I got license Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' Jump off the tightrope, I'm tryna dive in Yeah, cook that shit up Quay Ain't been in the studio for like three or four weeks

I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch Now do it, baby, do it, baby (Do it, do it) Do it, baby, do it (Yeah yeah) Drop that ho back off in her hood, too rich for the bitch Drop that ho back off at that club, I'm too rich for the bitch

Yeah baby it's only you Believe me bae Yeah Yeah baby it's only you, oh Girl it's only you and I No girl gonna get my love Why did you go? Where did you take my love? Left me alone

We're taking the long way home So we're taking the long way home (taking the long way) 'Cause I don't wanna be wasting my time alone I wanna get lost and drive forever with you Talkin' about nothing yeah yeah whatever baby (Taking the long way home) Hitting

Come live with me in comfort I wanna be your lover Come live with me angel I don't understand your mood baby I really really Wanna be your lover When you want some solitude You can't have it Ooh yeah yeah baby

Big stars shinin' over summerland Baby, right now I'm high as a kite Seabirds fly, yeah, I just might tonight Big dipper, slow dance With my hands where the sun don't tan Don't you worry 'bout the sand In no time, baby, we'll be slippin' off to

When I saw you, when I saw you and that girl And y'all was talking Something deep down in my soul said, "Go on, go on and cry girl" Something told me that it was over, baby, yeah Something deep down When I saw you, when I saw you with that same person

Let's hit Fingalicking for lunch (What up, Khaled) South Beach, book a room, you're my lunch, aw yeah (Yeah) You get me so high, baby, I don't need no drug (Yeah) Don't be wasting my time, girl I need your love (Your love) Go get the lotion (Yeah), let

'Cause baby when I'm finished with ya You won't wanna go outside Ooh baby, when I'm done with you, why You ain't saying nothing Yeah, you ain't saying nothing La la la la Baby go outside

Shea butter baby, fuckin' up your pillow You lost in the shape of my hips Hope there is a mood And if you really down we can find it (I can get close to you baby, pull me closer, what are you about?) Hold it, need it, need it, yeah Touch me, take me,