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Spot a little hottie when I flipped out the shades
Lookin' like a red 'Rari sittin' in a driveway
Bottle of Cîroc with a hint of Kool-Aid
She done pulled up like I'm getting rid of weeds
Are you tired from running through my mind?
Take a break and we can have a good time
Show you moves like I'm the new James Brown
Me and you should get a room right now
'Cause if it's gold, I'll throw it away
You're worth more than every single chain
It ain't gon' work if you don't want it to
Best drink I take is when I'm sippin' you
You know where I go when we're dancing
Handshakes in The Hamptons
And gettin' drunk in the mansions with you
And you look so classy
Come through with that magic
You know that I'm 'bout to smash it, it's true
I can take to the room, I can take you to the beach
But we gotta leave at 9 'cause I gotta get my sleep
You can be that early bird, I'ma give you that worm
Get with me, I'll take you 'round the world
'Cause if it's gold, I'll throw it away
You're worth more than every single chain
Walk with a limp, it just means I'm cool
Next trip I take is just me and you
You know where I go when we're dancing
Handshakes in The Hamptons
And gettin' drunk in the mansions with you
And you look so classy
Come through with that magic
You know that I'm 'bout to smash it, it's true
Lil Boat
You said you livin' up North
When you comin' to the A?
You said you need to find a crib
Well, tell me where you wanna stay
I know we're not too pressed for time
But can you pick up on the pace
I'm tired of looking at your pictures
Wanna be up in your face
I wanna dance with you, I wanna laugh I wanna sing
Take you on the road, have you rockin' on my bling
Don't know if you're the one but if you are, you'll get a ring
That's later down the line, don't wanna rush these types of things
I'm a mama's boy so you gotta meet my mama first
As you whip the Coupe around, use the seat belt first
New shoes, new clothes and a Chanel purse
Vacaying in The Hamptons got a lazy curse
You know where I go when we're dancing
Handshakes in The Hamptons
And gettin' drunk in the mansions with you
And you look so classy
Come through with that magic
You know that I'm 'bout to smash it, it's true
Writer(s): Miles Parks Mccollum, Thomas Lee Brown, Anton Goeransson, Bianca Dieandra Atterberry, Isabella Sjoestrand, Michael Foster, Charles Anderson
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