J'adore

Girl, you know the gritty, grimy, south of London Where niggas grip guns, that's where I come from (uh-huh) I'll give you some, some to dance for me, girl Innocent one, so bad for me, yeah Expensive, she gave me her number for free (uh) And said, "If we get to dating, boy the dinner ain't cheap" (uh-huh) I said, "Slide with me baby and we gon' see" Now she love, but boy, you should have seen the receipt (chop) Ch-ch-chop more, she chopping my money Top floor, like (boy, do you love me? Do you?) J'adore she want it, she got it (yeah) J'adore, I want it he cop it (uh-huh) Ch-ch-chop more, she chopping my money Top floor, like (boy, do you love me? Do you?) J'adore she want it, she got it (yeah) J'adore, I want it he cop it Don't get it twisted (huh-uh), she hustling just like me We talking business, just taught her about the VAT (whoa) Damn, I love it when she tell me she been pushing the P Girl, come and count this money while I'm rubbing your feet Ain't other nigga done it like me I think I even love her mind more than I love her physique (that's right) I repeat, you fuck with her then boy you fucking with me And I might not be lidge if I catch you on the streets, nigga Ch-ch-chop more, she chopping my money Top floor, like (boy, do you love me? Do you?) J'adore she want it, she got it (yeah) J'adore, I want it he cop it (uh-huh) Ch-ch-chop more, she chopping my money Top floor, like (boy, do you love me? Do you?) J'adore she want it, she got it (yeah) J'adore, I want it he cop it (uh-huh) Yeah Uh-huh Yeah