Baby, can I be honest? I just want some money And don't you ever lie to me This a forty in a foreign, yeah You don't never show me off, though Why you always goin' to the club? You ain't never met your father, yeah It's no wonder I don't want you We hit Rodeo, then we mobbin', yeah This up a forty in my cuppie, yeah I pull up in that new Rolls-Royce And I wanna up my dame, yeah Lil' mama hotter than Wasabi, ohh I got a hunnid racks, it's all for sure Mama lit up, throw a party, yeah And I swear I know a place where everybody go We could all go I got a place where everybody see That we could all go I got place we could go Ridin' on the wave we go Tell me that it's sorrow It's a motor and you tell me so And I wanna let the gammon go And I wanna let the comma go, got women to lay Someone had a forty and I beat your own way Had some minor fun, bitch, I surf on a wave And the bitches wanna fuck, I need to go on a break Please, let go, yeah Don't I know ya? Lo-love ya, so I know ya Baby, just be honest Ain't no forth in my naughty, ayy I'm so tired of ménages, ayy Need a bitch that call me father, ayy Another homie hold me down, yeah I might take you to the water, yeah It's a forty in my naughty, yeah No it's only in the morning I swear, baby, you, mhm I swear, baby, you, mhm Mhm-mhm Ayy, baby, I swear to you Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy She said: I don't fuck with Fairfax Can we go down that Rodeo? 'Cause I don't fuck with streetwear, yeah It's a matter if I say so I don't want it on my Dior, yeah Took her to a lil' ronto Had her wantin' on a detour, yeah Then we flew out to Toronto Money, monies on me and yeah I want it, yeah My lil' mama, she say she want it, yeah Hunnid monies on me, it's in the 'Rarri, yeah I know ya