Something Special

I think you are something special

I'll take you on a shopping spree

'Cause I'm so into you

I'm so into you (I love you, baby)

I'm so into you (Oh, my)

I'm so into you (To you, baby)

What you like, what you wear?

Say the name, say the price, put them diamonds on your ear

Shining like a chandelier

What's your thoughts, what's your fears?

Yeah, I need that real love, I'm talking Bobby and Whitney

You don't gotta worry 'bout nothing as long as you with me

'Cause shit could get sticky, that's why I keep a glizzy

Ride around through my city

For Cassandra, Kanesha, Kaneeka, and Ticia, Lisa and Tricia

Fuck them hoes 'cause I don't need them

All them bitches treeshas

They ain't in the field, they on the bleachers

On your back, I start applying that lotion

So deep I'ma go in, pulling all on ya sew-in

I'm Pop Smoke, but you know what my government

All that gangsta shit, she be lovin' it

She love how I'm thuggin' it

Shorty brown and petite

Fly and discreet, a demon in the sheets

Mother was a lawyer, her father the police

They be working long hours, so she always had the free

She said I could come with her if it get hot up in the streets

'Cause I'm a 'rilla in the jungle and a shark up in the sea

She like, "Papi, you so fire, but get up out the streets"

I'm like, "Baby, what you mean, what you mean?"

I think you are, you are something special

I'll take you on a shopping spree

'Cause I'm so into you

I'm so into you

I'm so into you

I'm so into you, baby

I think you are, you are something special

I'll take you on a shopping spree

'Cause I'm so into you

I'm so into you

I'm so into you

I'm so into you, baby