No Chill

Get yo' ass of that high horse that you rode in here on (on) You know I'm tryna slide more We was stuck inside for too long (long) I might show my ass tonight My God, tell the models, "Keep the bottles on ice" No chill (huh, huh), for real You know I ain't got no chill (huh), for real You know I ain't got no chill, for real And she ain't on her best behavior You ain't Jesus, why you tryna be her savior? Lil' Superman cape divin' in to save her Dutty wine like wine in the glass to savor I'm boujee, I like salmon with the capers Gucci slides, my pockets like paper (ah) And if I'm pulling up tonight I'm doin' all y'all basic hoes a favor No chill (huh), for real You know I ain't got no chill (huh, huh), for real And even if I bust down the ice on the grill Cool as the breeze on the Cadillac Seville No chill (huh), for real You know I ain't got no chill, for real We've been inside for way too long I'ma need you to get both cheeks on the dance floor I ran it back 'Cause you've been runnin' through my mind Now, baby, all night, all night You lookin' back And if we keep lockin' them eyes You know I'm on that, I'm on that Nah, we done had all year to chill All of that chill don't pay the bills Tell the DJ, "Chill and run my shit back like whoa-oa-oa-oa" Get yo' ass of that high horse that you rode in here on (on) You know I'm tryna slide more We was stuck inside for too long (long) I might show my ass tonight My God, tell the models, "Keep the bottles on ice" No chill (huh, huh), for real You know I ain't got no chill (huh), for real You know I ain't got no chill, for real And even if I bust down the ice on the grill Cool as the breeze on the Cadillac Seville No chill (huh), for real You know I ain't got no chill (Gucci slides) (Gucci slides) (Gucci slides) For real You know I ain't got no chill