Double D
Big full breasts on my baby
Triple weight
Couldn't weigh the love I got for the girl, yeah
And I just wanna know
Why you ain't been going to work?
Boss ain't working you like this
He can't take care of you like this
Now you're lost
Lost in the heat of it all
And girl, you know you're lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost
Got on my buttercream silk shirt and it's Versace
Hand me my triple weight
So I can weigh the work I got on you, girl
(Too weird to live, too weird to die)
No, I don't really wish
I don't wish the titties would show
Nor ever, ever, ever, ever let you get caught
No, oh-oh
Lost, lost in the heat of it all
And girl, you know you're lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
She's at a stove
Can't believe I got her out here cooking dope
Cooking dope
I promise she'll be whipping meals up
For a family of her own
Now you're lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
