I ain't hit your baby mama, I hit her with with the curveball I don't need no friends, I just wanna win I got this new Benz and it's all I need She listen to her friends, they wanna get in She don't understand that they'll slob on me If I let 'em, ain't gon'

Fast and furious we ride the universe To carve a road for us that slices every curve in sight We accelerate, no time to hesitate This load will detonate whoever would Contend its right Born to lead At breakneck speed With With high octane We're spitting

As we were, so perfect, so happy Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we had drowned The music played with with a calming frequency The speakers gently seeped the sound of ambient keyboards and light percussion Creating a seductive

I'm for the birds (I'm for the birds) Old dogs sleeping at your feet I'm for the girls with with the curls and the curves I'm for questions I'm for freedom Celebrating every season For what it's worth I'm against the days When the skies stay bummer-grey

Body like a back road, drivin' with my eyes closed I know every curve like the back of my hand Doin' 15 in a 30, I ain't in no hurry I'mma take it slow just as fast as I can Got a girl from the south side, got braids in her hair First time I seen her

I know you don't deserve it, know you don't deserve it With With the curve (with the curve) I'll be right back at the top now I know you want the Birkin Baby, are you worth it?