Ooh, that talk Yeah, you know no better Say you different, who you kidding? Ooh, save that talk for the ones who don't know no better 'Cause baby I know you better ('cause baby I know no better) Baby I know you better Wild ones, like we fresh out the

It shouldn't hurt to look your way (hey, ah-ah, ah) It shouldn't hurt to look your way (your way, ah-ah, ah) I shouldn't have to catch a case (ah-ah, ah yeah) 'Cause I'm the one that can't stand to feel any more pain (ah-ah, ooh) Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

What you think this is? Ayy, ayy, don't need no new friends Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Ayy, I woke up this morning counted half a M, yeah Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah Uh, just

Reach the sun Ooh reach the sun Sometimes you're feeling stronger Sometimes you're feeling weak Sometimes you're feeling colder But the light will bring the heat Sometimes you're feeling lucky Sometimes you're feeling numb But if you don't stop believing,

Often, often, girl I do this often Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah Make that pussy pop and do it how I want it Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah Asked how many times she rode the wave, "Not so often" Bitches down to do it either

I'm just an R&B thug, babe Ooh, ooh, ooh Tryin' to get some ass, babe Do you wanna thug, babe? Lookin' for some love, babe Do you wanna date, babe? Aah, aah, aah Keep on jumpin' like an Impala You slidin' that sexy ass down the pole like what

Ooh wee (Ooh, ooh) Send me an emoji, let me know how you feel Send me an emoji-ji-ji (Hey) I was young, we were growing up Yeah, I know but I don't know enough I know it’s late, just got back from work You don't have to put it into words One more glass

Throw it back, yeah All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh 2-17 on the track, man Yeah, yeah, ooh Huh, yeah, huh, ayy

Tell me that the pussy is mine, yeah Tell me that that pussy is mine, ooh Is just like me Keep it one hundred babe We both know, I'm not the only one But when I'm there, you treat a nigga And that's probably why I always come, yeah

His body and blood Sharing in common Serving Messiah ooh Serving Messiah Receive, consume This grave hill stinks of death A reek from the ground Catches whiff of the hound