Turn off the lights Let the moonshine through the blinds I can see fine (turn off, baby, yeah, ayy) Light a candle You know that I'm tryna get behind Press on your spine Girl, you lookin' damn good I can't even lie I'm mesmerized It's in you To me tonight It's in your eyes, uh That's that shit I like, yeah That's that shit I like, uh That's that shit I like Baby, put your hair back That's that shit I like, yeah That's that shit I like, uh That's that shit I like 'Cause I wanna see your face Let the moon shine through the blinds, I can see fine And, damn, you fine Don't be nervous You know that I'm tryna to get behind Press on your spine Girl, I got you, I got you (I got you) I can't even lie I'm mesmerized It's in your eyes Let me love you slow (slow, ooh, woah) I'm not in a rush, girl, I'ma love you slow Take my time tonight Can I take my time? Plus, girl, my love is dro I give you a rush, see, girl, my love is dro (is dro) I'ma love you slow Take a hit of me baby (yeah), baby, baby Know you had a long day, I can see it in your face And now you just got off of work The sun is down, it's gettin' late And now you say you need a break Girl, you know exactly what I'm 'bout to say But I won't say a thing, babe Know this what you need, babe Hit an instant replay Yes, I had to get it twice, breakfast, lunch, and dinner Now take off them denims Now take off this linen I need all that missin' Baby, when you call, I'm dippin', pull up to your Pull up to your, pull up to your spot I'm gon' get you hot Then see we gon', start with that massage Workin' down your thighs Baby, I'ma push up on you, feel the size Show me how you feel inside If that's mine Then tell me that's mine (tell me it's mine, yeah) Somebody must've shown you how to ride 'cause (show you how to ride) You do it right, you're not too wild with it I take my time with it, hmm-mm Baby, you should let me love you slow I'm not in a rush, girl I'ma love you slow (baby, nice and slow, girl) Can I take my time? Plus, girl my love is dro (it's dro) I give you a rush See, girl, my love is dro (so I'ma take my time) I'ma love you slow (yeah) (Yeah) Yeah Me and Jack and Static this a motherfuckin' classic

Yeah, when When I look you in your face I see a good girl who deserves better than me (better than me) You remember that other night in my bedroom? On top of my bed I remember the things that you said Sometimes I forget Sometimes you gotta put me in check, ayy In check, yeah, in check, yeah In check, yeah, in check, yeah Hollywood, set back 3 hours, I'm jet-lagged Still tryna lay up with somethin' Can't believe I just said that Album, overdue You would find it hard to focus too If you met the women I have Hard not to get side tracked, oh woah Hey, don't know where my mind at Hoping you can help find that I wish I could rewind back (I love you) Way back so you could put me Put me in check, yeah, in check, yeah What did I do to you? Made a fool of you I know they told you I'd never be true to you I'm losing you, losing you I miss you in my bedroom, on top of my bed How could I forget what you said? Sometimes I forget And sometimes you gotta put me in check, ayy In check, yeah, in check, yeah In check, yeah, in check, yeah Baby, no Baby, no, no

I took the 95 to get from West Palm Think I need a break from everything Yes, I'm stressed way more than usual I'm getting things back in order Getting things back to how they used to be Back to when the scrutiny had no effect on you and me I miss driving with you in the passenger (driving, yeah) Feet up on my dash, we would see the sun lapse Take you home, you would come see me before class Makes more sense for you to crash with me But you never ask, oh why Told you there's no need to be shy, oh why I be waiting in the meantime, oh why You always got me on stand by When you know I need love I'm missing when we was us Miss when I wasn't famous, that's when we could be us Kiss right in the street, fuck if anybody sees Just friends, I don't think anybody believes Hard to keep it PG with a nigga like me, goddamn I fell in love with you, I fell in love, girl I miss us Nah, I won't front, got me so sprung 'Cause you, you're one of one (hey) It's no rush (yeah, miss it) I'm missing your touch (your touch) I'm missing your touch, oh Missing when you kept in touch, oh-woah-oh (oh, yeah) When you kept in touch I took the 401 to get from Yorkdale You're still looking like the baddest thing I done seen Deflated before it started flattening Way before the singer-rapper thing started happening We were playing checkers, I was just tryna get back to king I miss black tinted windows on your whip looking Amish I'm just tryna put it down You can put it on my tab I'm putting you on your back Then putting it in you slow Then putting it in on a track, oh yeah And I always tried to fall through Ain't no Ws and dubbing me when I call you I'm in first class Thinking 'bout how you would get me right Damn near made me miss the flight Fucking you and get it right, yeah You gon' bring me to that first time we fucked on the futon Back then, I would do anything to get you alone You would know me, all bullshit aside So hit my line, I miss us I fell in love with you, I fell in love, girl I miss us (baby, oh yeah) Nah, I won't front, got me so sprung 'Cause you, you're one of one (hey) It's no rush (yeah, miss it) I'm missing your touch (your touch) I'm missing your touch, oh Missing when you kept in touch, oh-woah-oh (oh, yeah) When you kept in touch

Fucking with me know that I'm a thug Trying to be a gangster cause I can't show love I said why she always trying to hit me up (Hit me up) (Hit me up) Man I think I fell in love Man I think I fell in love Man I think I fell in love Man I think I fell in love I said I'm a thug nigga stay off drugs Shorty next door I hit her up call it Persian rugs When its night she can't stay off me like some fucking bugs And all this fucking Zaza got some feelings in my lungs Man I swear she got me stuck Fuck love my heart shrunk Grandma called me Goodluck So I'm trying to bring this good luck to my future Nigga balling send some shooters This ain't NLE (Pow, pow) Finna be great no humour We building legacies She a treesh I see through her Call me Saiki Bitch im riding on a scooter Up in Ott She like the way I maneuver She so into me uh (I fell in love) Imma send her through a uber She in my memories uh (I fell in love) Fucking with me know that I'm a thug Trying to be a gangster cause I can't show love I said why she always trying to hit me up (Hit me up) Man I think I fell in love (Man I think I fell in love) Man I think I fell in love (Man I think I fell in love) Man I think I fell in love (Man I think I fell in love) Man I think I fell in love (Uh) Yeah, yeah (Man I think I fell in love)

One, two, three, hey Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? In the lane, snow is glistening A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight Walking in a Winter Wonderland Sing it Harley, yeah Gone away is the bluebird (okay) Here to stay is a new bird (okay) He sings a love song, while we stroll along Walking in a Winter Wonderland (yeah, like this) In the meadow we can build a snowman And pretend that he is Parson Brown He'll say, "Are you married? ", we'll say, "No, man" But you could do the job when you're in town Later on, we'll conspire As we dream by the fire To face unafraid, the plans that we've made Walking in a Winter Wonderland (yeah, there you go) Alright kiddo, we got this last part coming up right here A little more challenging but I think you got it though You ready? In the meadow we can build a snowman We'll pretend that he is Parson Brown He'll say, "Are you ready? ", we'll say, "No, man" But you could do the job when you're in town Later on, we'll conspire As we dream by the fire To face unafraid, the plans that we made Walking in a Winter Wonderland Walking in a Winter Wonderland Walking in a Winter Wonderland Merry Christmas

In Atlanta with some organic Pussy man I smoke that organic Fendi down I'm smoking organic Die Lit F&N I'm smokin' F&N, I'm smoking organic She bent down, she need some more breath I got smoke all in the air Fuck this up and you get left, yeah AP on my fucking left Stack it up right on the shelf Your bitch look familiar I got drip, I let it walk I got cash, I let it walk I'ma do this by myself On that jet by-by myself I touch down and shoot the gas tank, uh yeah I touch down and get my fingers wet My bitch getting G.O.A.T. head (hold up) Riding 'round on moped My bitch off the Percocet Pop that bean and count them dead, uh Yeah she suck me, I can't feel my legs My bih yucky, she don't use no hands (hold up) Dancefloor with the diamonds dancing Dancefloor with the diamonds dancing That why you can't buy them bags In L.A. I smoke that gas In L.A. I link with slatt That bitch wit' you, she gave you back I fucked that bitch then gave her back I nut on her she make me 'lax That gun on me I cannot lack Your bitch right, she got it clapped You can die for yours boy, you get clapped I took that lil' boy right off of the map We killed that boy right here, right in the trap I love my lean, I fucked around, relapsed I fucked that bih, she running 'round in laps You touch down in my city, you better tap That bih right here, she know she gotta tap I've seen that bitch run round in Nudy's 'Cat That bitch with me and now she on that pad I'm in southside, and I'm weighing the crack I'm in southside, and I got the gat I'm in southside, and I hang with blatt I'm in southside, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Too much lean, too much ice (hold up) One more pint, one more pint Too much lean, too much ice One more pint, one more pint One more pint, one more pint One more pint, one more pint Too much lean, too much ice One more pint, one more pint

Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home She a loyal bitch, you gotta pay for those She a spoiled lil' bitch, I bought her all her clothes You know I treat you good, I don't wanna meet your hoes I took you out the hood, I took you to my shows We took a lot of pics and now we look like goals We tried some new things, we fucked a couple hoes You changin' mood swings, you got me, I don't know We gettin' back in, walked through the back door You had some surgeries, but it's still fat, though You like the cash, girl, you helped the cash grow You drive a Lambo' with some leg room Girl, I'm waitin' on you, bring that bag home, ooh Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home She don't play with bitches, she don't play with hoes Yeah, she with the shits, she might kill a ho, yeah If it's 'bout Yung Carti, yeah, my bitch on go When she on that molly, anything goes She was in Miami on a fuckin' boat With some ball players, she left them niggas broke She just text my phone, told me, "I'm alone" I respond back, "When you comin' home?" She respond back, "I was in my zone" The money counter on, the money counter on Uh, hold up, what you talkin' 'bout? Come here Girl, I'm waitin' on you, bring that bag home, ooh Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home

Everywhere I go, I get paper (what?) Everywhere I go, I get paper (what? Slatt, slatt) I'm a rockstar, I could've joined Slayer (rockstar, rockstar, rockstar) Got the drum in the car That bitch a slayer (slayer, slayer, slayer, slayer) Get put in a box for fuckin' with a player (what?), yeah AR in the box, it came with a laser (what?), yeah I go cook a opp, yeah, just like I cater, yeah (yeah) I fuck on my thot, yeah, we met in Decatur, yeah I go ball on that bitch, yeah, just like a Blazer (what?), yeah Can't start with the bitch, I link another onе later (what?) I gotta get it togethеr (you dig) I'm livin' my life like a rebel (what?) They tried to lock me in a kennel (what?) I beat the case, it was simple (what?) Fresh out of court, yeah (yeah) Jump in the Porsche, yeah (yeah) Slide through the hood, yeah (yeah) Everything good, yeah (yeah) Whole lotta mob shit (what?) Whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob shit (yeah) Whole lotta mob shit (what?) Whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob shit (yeah) Whole lotta mob shit Whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob shit (slatt) Whole lotta mob shit Whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob shit (yeah) Whole lotta mob shit (what? Let's go, let's go) Whole lotta mob shit (what? Let's go, let's go) Whole lotta mob shit Whole lotta mob shit Whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob shit I got these bitches goin' crazy (yeah) I got these bitches goin' crazy (yeah) I walk in the mall, they go crazy (what? What?) I walk in the mall, they go crazy (what? What?) Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (yeah) Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (yeah) I got rich and had me a baby (yeah) I got rich and had me a baby (yeah) I drive a coupe, you know it's the latest Sellin' cocaine just like the '80s I caught a body and went on vacation She suckin' my dick, I was on PlayStation (woo, woo) I ride in a Demon, I took off, I'm racin' I ride in a Demon, I feel like I'm Satan (woo, woo) I'm fuckin' these bitches, I'm fuckin' these bitches I gave her some money to put in her savings (woo, woo) I popped me a molly and now I feel faded Muhammad Ali, I feel like the greatest (woo, woo) This nigga tried me and I left him hazy (yeah, yeah) I fucked on this bitch, but she cannot date me (woo, woo) I gotta get it together (you dig) I'm livin' my life like a rebel (what?) They tried to lock me in a kennel (what?) I beat the case, it was simple (what?) Fresh out of court, yeah (yeah) Jump in the Porsche, yeah (yeah) Slide through the hood, yeah (yeah) Everything good, yeah (yeah) Whole lotta mob shit (what?) Whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob shit (yeah) Whole lotta mob shit (what?) Whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob shit (yeah) Whole lotta mob shit Whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob shit (slatt) Whole lotta mob shit Whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob shit Whole lotta mob shit (what? Let's go, let's go) Whole lotta mob shit (what? Let's go, let's go) Whole lotta mob shit Whole lotta mob shit Whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob shit

Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? Ayy, turn me all the way up (I'm in this motherfucker) Turn that, take the Auto-Tune off I don't need no fuckin' Auto-Tune Fuck the Auto-Tune (Fuck that Auto-Tune shit) Beep (What?) Beep (Yeah) Beep (Talk to 'em, Yung Carti) Beep, beep, beep What? Yeah, yeah And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit Got these bitches sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit" Got these bitches sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit," uh Got these niggas sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit," ooh, uh Suckin' on my dick like she new to this, yeah, ooh Blowin' through the check, yeah, we new to this I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (Beep) I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (What?) Got them bitches sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit," ooh, ooh Suckin' on my dick like she new to this, uh, what? Blowin' through the check, yeah, I'm new to this, uh, what? Runnin' shit back like a frisbee, bitch, uh, uh Bring that shit back like a frisbee, bitch, uh I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'd rather not talk about it, just live this shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'd rather not talk about it, just shoot the shit, yeah, ooh Got these niggas sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit" He'd rather go talk about it than do this shit Pull up on your block and we shootin' shit (Ayy Pi'erre) Pull up on your bitch and I'm hittin' it (Oh yeah) Hittin' on your bitch, yeah, I'm killin' it (On your bitch, yeah) I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'd rather not talk about it, just do it (Lil' talkin' bitch) Hit a lil' nigga with the Ruger (Watch me shoot a bitch) Hit a lil' nigga with the Ruger (What? What? What?) Lil' nigga, I'm that nigga, yeah (What? What?) I'm fuckin' on your lil' biddie, yeah (What? What?) I wear Raf Simons, never Hilfiger, yeah (At all, what?) South Atlanta, yeah, we comin' up, uh, ooh, ooh Put your middle fingers up, ooh, ooh Pour it in my double cup (Lean, lean) Extendo clip, double up (Beep) I'd rather not talk about it just shoot it up (What? What?) Fuck that lil' nigga, fuck a nigga up (Yeah) Fuck the cash up, fuck the cash up (I fuck the cash up) Fuck the cash up, get the math up (Get the math up) (What? What? What? What?) Oh yeah, yeah, hey (What? What?) Pi'erre, hold up (What?) Oh yeah, yeah, hold up (What?) Pi'erre (What?), cash Oh yeah, yeah (What?) Pi'erre (What?) Oh yeah, yeah (What?) Pi'erre (What? What?) And I'd rather not talk about it, nigga, uh (Beep, what?) And I'd rather not talk about it, just do this shit (Yeah) And I'd rather not talk about it Got these niggas sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit" (What?) Got these bitches sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit" (What? What?) Got these niggas sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit" (Carti do that shit) Got these bitches sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit" (Carti do that shit) Got these, uh (What? What? Oh yeah, do that shit) And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit Carti do that shit (What? What? What?) Carti do that shit (What?) Let's do this shit Yo, Pi'erre

That be Maaly Raw (Flat, yeah, I'm from the Flat) Whole lotta bags, whole lotta cash (whole lotta, slatt) Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta ass (slatt, slatt) Young nigga got swag, hol' up (got swag) Gotta wave my flag, hol' up (wave my flag) Got a bitch in the back, yeah (bitch in the back) Play with them racks, yeah (cash) Iced-out plaque, yeah (plaque) Heart attack, yeah (heart attack) Clapped his bitch, hol' up (hold up) AP wrist, hol' up (tell 'em) Too much gas, hol' up (tell 'em) Take this pic, yeah (pic) Swag for days, hol' up (days, plays) Plays on plays, hol' up (hold up) Js on Js, hol' up (hold up) Bag full of haze, hol' up (blatt, blatt) In the back with your bitch, hol' up (back with your bitch) In a drop-top Benz, hold up (drop-top Benz) Gotta let shawty in (slatt, slatt) Make shawty top-ten, hol' up I made a bitch count ten, hol' up (what?) I met a bitch through a DM (slatt, slatt) On the block with thе D on (D on, D on) Hellcat look neon (Hellcat) Tryna see what wе on (hold up, yeah) Told that bitch to put the V on (V on) Dripped down, got the flee on I got these hoes on VLONE (VLONE, slatt) Got a girl with the neon (VLONE, Tech) Everything all neon (yeah, yeah) And she rockin' all neon (slatt, slime) And she wearin' all neon (slatt, pic) Run it up like Deion (take this pic) Sippin' Tech, eat key lime (Tech, Tech) And my swag so beyond Put a bag on a peon (slatt, slime) (Flat, yeah, I'm from the Flat) Whole lotta bags, whole lotta cash (whole lotta, slatt) Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta ass (slatt, slatt) Young nigga got swag, hol' up (got swag) Gotta wave my flag, hol' up (wave my flag) Got a bitch in the back, yeah (back) Play with them racks, yeah Iced-out plaque, yeah (plaque) Heart attack, yeah (heart attack) Clapped his bitch, hol' up (hold up) AP wrist, hol' up (hol up) Too much gas, hol' up (too much gas) Take this pic, yeah (take this pic)