You got just what I been looking for But you can't bring yourself to say no And I ain't never gonna let you go That whole plane ride home And I wish I could I know I should leave you alone But this bitch is gonna drive me mad I said this bitch is gonna

I woke up like this We flawless, ladies tell 'em Say I, look so good tonight God damn, God damn I'm coming down, drippin' candy on the ground H, Town, Town, I'm coming down, coming down Drippin' candy on the ground Bow down, bitches, bow bow down,

Alright, Gambino is a mastermind, fuck a bitch to pass the time Mass appeal, orange rind, smoke your green, I'm spendin' mine The beat is witches brew, but beware this shit is potent E.E. Cummin' on her face, now that's poetry in motion Yeah, Gambino

Walk up in this bitch said I need that (need that) Shawty caught my eyes said need that (need that) Let me get a feel, man I hope it feel real I’m the fuckin' real deal, bend over bitch you know the drill Don't stop, keep dirty dancing (dancing) I like

Don't talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh) Don't stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh) Yeah, I done glowed up (Chyeah) Then I fucked your bitch, uh-huh (Uh-huh) What's your name? Lil Pump (Brrt) Told that bitch shut up (Chyeah) I drink a lotta lean (Ooh), pop a lotta pills

Daytrip took it to ten I got hoes calling a young nigga phone Where's Ali with the motherfucking dope? (bitch, bitch) I be ballin' like a mo'fuckin' pro (like a, huh, like a, huh) I be ballin' like my nigga Mo (Bamba, bitch) Sheck Wes, I ain't a

Drank, takin' a sip of that Act (blow it) Flood all my bitches in that (that way) I'm in the projects without Pat (ayy) My jewelry leave 'em blind like bats (bling) Diamonds for her in the back (blaow) Hit that lil' bitch from the back (she stacked) Ask

I used to love her, oh yeah but I had to kill her I used to love her but I had to kill her And I can still hear her complain She bitched so much, she drove me nuts I had to put her six feet under I used to love her, yeah but I had to kill her I knew I'll

When you on top, niggas gon' hate on you Bring out the Brink's truck, I'm young, fly and iced up (icy) 100 yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ay) 10,000 dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ay)

Yeah, I'm 245 right down the middle And I'll miss the green, to the left just a little Chili dip a wedge, and put it all together Hit that son of a bitch right up there in the leather If you call that good, and let me press on the side You can put me