| Hey girl, nice to meet you, couldn’t take her eyes off me, Mona Lisa
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| Couldn’t take my eyes off her, she had the coldest features
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| And, and no one put a ring on it, open season
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| There’s no reason for her to not be on my arm
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| Like this Rollie, like this Audemars
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| She got my heart beating fast, Ramadan
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| I mean fast, real fast, Autobahn
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| She want her nails done, she want her hair did
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| She’s talking marriage, and trips to Paris
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| I let her spin till my card decline
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| Maybe bed bath and beyond if we have the time
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| She wanted ice in her drink for that Pepsi
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| I gave her ice and a mint, sexy
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| I guess ice was a thing, Gretsky
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| She wanna go straight to desert, check please
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| Last night for the wise, loose control love is blind, you know
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| Bad men chase the stars, curse the gods, faith is ours in time
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| Oh, yeah, I know you wanna love me baby
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| I just wanna cut you girl
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| You know I can’t get enough
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| So give it up, give it up
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| I got a problem, I’m in showbiz
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| So many channels, can’t seem to focus
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| So I change them, like I do my shoes
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| Jordans, Balenciagas, which one are you
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| Drop the attitude, let your hair down
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| I hope it’s all yours, so we can play around
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| Get your views up, youtube up, move up, up outta Aruba
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| In scuba, dive, and slide in head first
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| Get that good splash and watch that star burst
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| My bank account, can’t even count
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| How many times I dig them up and dig them out
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| Yeah, and make them say ow
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| I’m the man right now
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| I gotta go, gotta zip up
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| Oops, you moved too fast, now you got the hick ups
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| Young G cool shit, rocking that new feel
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| Like the first day of school
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| I’m fresh as the new kid on the block
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| Dodging cops, spinning choppers they drive by
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| Summer bunnies jumpin' in my bed like a toddler
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| She dress Prada I pour the vodka, she say let me pay
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| I say don’t bother
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| She say what I owe you quiere mi nada
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| But I wonder if I hit it would it sound like La Bamba
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| Now be cruisin' down 405 thinkin' bout 69
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| She from the 44, so I took a 45
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| Got the A.K. |
| She’s an AKA
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| And if I hurt her she turn into KKK
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| Yeah, and hate all niggas, so I put it down like I ain’t all niggas
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| And now she can’t stop talkin' about me
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| I stay all her in mouth just to keep her from shoutin' |