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[Verse 1]
Girl where you be?
‘Bout to pick yo ass up in that Maybach, that Maybach
Recliners in them back seats you could lay back
Pop a bottle of that ace of spades
We goin’ on a date today
Celebrate, where to?
Anywhere just name the place
You in the mood for bottles well baby let’s just buy a case
Or we could buy the bar, anything to put a smile on face
Your wish is my desire; we could race the seven seas
In my three Maybachs, the Nina, the Pinta and Santa Maria
Tell that chauffeur wind those windows down let ‘em see ya
Make it a Cruel Summer, put you in them Kanye West Giuseppe’s
Love me forever, but carry on like you just met me
Grab a bite at Gabianno’s then it’s back to the crib
Like Santana and breezy girl you know just where I live
On the left in the mansion, no need for expansion
So many rooms, so many rooms, so many to choose from
But it’s sexin’ time baby girl so go head and choose one
[Hook]
And if you love me for me, then I’mma love you for you
No matter what the money do, I promise I’mma stick withcu’
[Verse 2]
Girl where you be? Bout to pick yo ass up in that hatchback , that hatchback
You know the door don’t work, reach in that window, pull that latch back
I know the seats are rugged but I’m rushin’
No time for discussion
Only got 5 in the tank and you know it be guzzlin’
Dammit, watchu feel like eatin’?
Pollo is too expensive ain’t we eat that shit last weekend?
Then it’s Burger King, I hope you weren’t getting to antsy
For variety, I only got three bucks I hope you weren’t gettin’ to fancy
Niggas hatin’ on us so? Don’t mind those jealous faggets
Ain’t no ketchup at the crib girl so grab some extra packets
On our way home, here go the radiator with that bullshit
So get up out that seat belt, I ain’t gon’ push shit!
It’s only two blocks so I don’t know what you complainin’ for
Don’t get mad now, I promise it’ll only make you hate it more
Skippin’ the foreplay today, ain’t no time for bein’ flirty
‘Cause ma said I gotta wash the dishes ‘fo I get home at 7:30……pm
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