Songteksten

(Yeah, yeah) How you doin', baby? (Uh) I know you heard around (yeah, yeah) I know you heard a whole lot done changed, huh? (Uh, good job) (yeah, yeah) You probably feel like you shoulda made a better decision But it's all good (yeah, yeah) You can still call me Tap in (ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy) I wonder, do you still got that chain with your name on it? The one that I bought you 'round 2018 Took you 'round the world couple times, showed you better livin' Baby girl, you'll never meet a nigga like me A lot of shit changed, money got way bigger Real estate out the way, all my whips on fleek Now I ride around by myself, two-seater Got respect everywhere I go 'cause I'm a real G I remember when you first took that flight (that flight) The first thing I noticed was that beautiful smile It's your birthday today, I sent some roses to your crib I ain't really have to, but, shit, you know my style Now a nigga solo in this Grand Nash (Grand Nash) You can always call me, you ain't gotta ask I don't got too many friends, but I got cash (tokens) Hittin it from the-, grippin' on that mag, what's happenin'? I like your style, it's so unique Maybe we should link up sometime next week Chill for a minute, grab somethin' to eat Let a nigga know, love Let a nigga know (Let a nigga know, love) (Let a nigga know) I'ma scoop you from the airport in this drop I'ma make a reservation sometime 'round nine Let a nigga know, love (let a nigga know) I wonder, do you still got that house out the way? With the two-car garage, just to let me park the G (let me park the G) I was on some whole other shit back then Had to hit her with the game like, "Choose on a P" (choose on a P) A lot of shit changed, I don't even fuck around Just keepin' people 'round that really fuck with me (fuck with me) Pockets got bigger and my crib did too Got a spot out the way with a view you wouldn't believe (for real) I remember when I first took you to eat (haha) First thing I said, "Baby, got hella style" (for real) It's yo' birthday today, I sent some roses to yo' office I ain't really have to, but shit, you know my style (know my style) Word around town, you ain't got a man (you ain't got a man) If you free next week, we should make plans (we should make plans) I never thought that I'll feel this way again (ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy) Now I'm hittin' it from the-, grippin' on that-, damn What's happenin'? I like your style, it's so unique Maybe we should link up sometime next week Chill for a minute, grab somethin' to eat Let a nigga know, love Let a nigga know (Let a nigga know, love) (Let a nigga know) I'ma scoop you from the airport in this drop I'ma make a reservation sometime 'round nine Let a nigga know, love (let a nigga know) Shh, damn Uh, man Night shift, uh Night shift Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy
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