| Oh, oh, I’m a baller, baby
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| September 4th, just like Beyoncé, baby
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| Save the small talk, girl, I ain’t no counsellor
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| Hit the ten, free, pay see you bounce it, so bounce it
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| I know you heard about Jay through your father probably
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| Got a couple R&B bitches in my pocket
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| Left the studio with ScHoolboy Q
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| Now I’m tryna see what’s up with you (hey)
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| I tried to told you, girl, I tried to warn ya (tried warn ya)
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| Have you wished that you live in California
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| Upset, it’s a hell of a view
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| Got you sayin' I’m in love with you (aha)
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| But that’s all, yeah, you played yourself
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| I was gon' work, work, work but you played yourself
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| So I’m ready to go when you ready
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| But first I got somethin' to say, baby
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| When you say you love me, it don’t mean a thing
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| I’m just doing what I do but I’ll make it up to you, baby
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| When you say you love me, it don’t mean a thing
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| Ride it like a bull when you climb on top, girl
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| You know I’ma give you all I got
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| I’ma pick you in the foreign
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| A couple shots of Patrón, we pourin'
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| Who that nigga on your phone? |
| Ignore him
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| Tell him you’ll be back home in the mornin', mornin'
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| Ah, oh, oh
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| I’m back at it
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| Baby so thick, movin' fire traffic
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| Had to hit the backstreets for my lil' freak
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| GPS at 35, I be dead three (35)
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| Got a full tank of gas and the AC blowin'
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| Smellin' good, feelin' good 'cause the money keep comin'
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| I’ma get up in that thang while I’m palmin' your ass
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| I see you feelin' yourself, I gotta tell you somethin'
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| I’ma let you hold me on your front team, yeah
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| But really you ain’t sayin' nothin', yeah
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| But I’m ready to go when you’re ready
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| But first I got somethin' to say, baby (yeah)
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| When you say you love me, it don’t mean a thing
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| I’m just doing what I do but I’ll make it up to you, baby
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| When you say you love me, it don’t mean a thing
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| Ride it like a bull when you climb on top, girl
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| You know I’ma give you all I got (ah)
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| I’ma pick you in the foreign
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| A couple shots of Patrón, we pourin'
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| Who that nigga on your phone? |
| Ignore him
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| Tell him you’ll be back home in the mornin', in the mornin' (mornin', mornin',
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| mornin') |