I don't want friends, I want Audis (Audis) I don't want friends, I want Audis (huh?) Lean, lean, double cup I don't want cars, I want 'Raris (huh?) I don't want cars, I want Audis (huh?) Yeah, boy, yuh yuh I know that bitch want me (Lil Purpp) Lil Purpp

I am the gunner (the gunner, the gunner) Ayy, my walk is so cocky the bouncers don't even stop me Ain't no pat down, no ID They know me, that shit obvi Bitch I pack out the lobby just from fans tryna find me I got daughters and mothers tryna fuck with

Hey, I'mma put us all on the map Gone and I ain't lookin' back I know they gone feel it like they tank on E I promise baby, you can bet the bank on me 'Cause can't nobody tell me what I ain't gonna be no more You thinking I'mma fall, don't be so sure I

You only hold me up like this Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness 'Cause all of our moves make up for the silence Like I'll never be the same 'Cause you don't know who I really am And oh, the way your makeup stains my pillowcase I've got

Ah, ah, arms It feels like something's heating up, can I leave with you? I don't know what I'm thinking bout, really leaving with you Senorita, I feel for you You deal with things, that you don't have to He doesn't love ya, I can tell by his charm But

I've heard it all before, I've heard it all before I don't wanna hear I don't wanna know Please don't say 'forgive me' (I've heard it all before) Please don't say you're sorry I've heard it all before And I can take care of myself I've seen it all before

Love your daddy all night long Come on, come on now, baby Well, don't you know, baby Girl, I'm in love with you so Come on now, baby Baby, baby please come on Now don't you know, baby Little girl, little girl, don't you know Please listen to me baby

I tell niggas to suck my dick, get the fuck out my face 'Cause I don't need 'em 'Cause they're, never around, when I'm down Shot and I'm bleedin' Yeah, it is what it is man Sirens flashin' you know the routine, the crime scene taped off It started out a

Shorty, don't clap-back on the dick (hey!) Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (hey!) When I hit that, do a trick Don’t clap-back on the dick Don't clap-back on the dick DVDs, porno tapes Scott Storch Know I keep a tool on me I come in the room, I might

We are undercover passion on the run Chasing love up against the sun We are strangers by day, lovers by night Knowing it's so wrong, but feeling so right Call up, ring once, hang up the phone To let me know you made it home Don't want nothing to be wrong