Chardonnay (feat. Nasty C)

I tell her I'm on my way And I got a Chardonnay I know that she loves that shit On my dick, she wanna sit I tell her I'm on my way Your bitch, I'ma confiscate She's a bomb, she's a grenade You can have her back later She cannot be kinky sober So I brought lean and some soda I'm finna bend her over Fuck a bedroom, we've got a sofa Don't let this moment pass 'Cause in the morning, it's over Girl you look like you've got class I'm feeling like a Casanova Now she all wet like she in the sauna She drips like a bottle of cold Coca-Cola I'm having a conversation with her twins I'm fluent with that body language She keeps saying I'm sweet But I can be a little savage, ooh-ooh-ooh I tell her I'm on my way And I got a Chardonnay I know that she loves that shit On my dick, she wanna sit I tell her I'm on my way Your bitch, I'ma confiscate She's a bomb, she's a grenade You can have her back later I told lil' mama hold up One minute, I'll be quick I swear Got tired of my old bitch 'cause I wore her out So I went ahead and got me a spare She was in and out like a snare Fucked on a couch in the dragon's lair Cuff our weed, we ain't passive here Higher than Amy from Camden Square, I swear Fight that pussy, I'm brawling From the South, ain't talking New Orleans I'ma ride her 'til she forking Then take off, I ain't with detouring Fist cocked back, approach with caution Gang on sight here to take your portion I like blue notes like Nipssey from Slauson It's a long line, tell the bitch to fall in I tell her I'm on my way And I got a Chardonnay I know that she loves that shit On my dick, she wanna sit I tell her I'm on my way Your bitch, I'ma confiscate She's a bomb, she's a grenade You can have her back later Put your back in, poke out the ass baby The harder I stroke, the more it get mad wavy You say you're bad, can you gag for a bag baby? I know two of the same, your mouth and a pram I beat the box, make the bitch wig slip off her Drive the bitch crazy, make the wheels spin off her Oh you think you're icy, niggas will defrost ya All those hollow chains, you're a Giggs imposter Gorillas in the cut, check your tone You're a pussy knigga imitating thugs from your home Face tats make a fake brat feel strong When the cappin' goes wrong, they put caps in their own It's a cold world, get your coat So when we get hot, we splurge and we boast I picked up a book and went nerd on 'em folks Get my information, go to work, whoa Back to the topic, I'm on my way She got ass in her pockets, oh my days I know you had a long day and your man is a lame Make you dry-up like hay, well I'm gon' hydrate ya I ain't gon' lie, I'm gon' be late but On the bright side, you only wait for the great stuff I'm getting some paper, wine, weed and cake cups As soon as the wait's up, I'm picking your weight up I tell her I'm on my way And I got a Chardonnay I know that she loves that shit On my dick, she wanna sit I tell her I'm on my way Your bitch, I'ma confiscate She's a bomb, she's a grenade You can have her back later