Yeah, yeah, I guess I'm for you, baby I'm holding on you, lady Told you I'm different Don't you act distant Forever I'm ready, yeah That body language, no discussion The way she move like she fucking Backwoods full of musty Deep pockets, you can't touch

I told her bounce it back I told her ounces back You been sellin' drugs for years Ain't got a bird, nigga You been sellin' weed, nigga You ain't a plug, nigga You know I'm different from them I'm from a different cloth I got a nina ross