No Cell Phones

You the baddest at my show, girl Tryna let you know, girl I park Super Sports, at the liquor store Wit' them two tens in the back 235s wrapped around the muthafucka and it's like that Free the homie And every nigga down from tryna push a hood They hate me in the labels, I'm misunderstood For giving niggas hope they can own they shit But they'll trade it all for a froze wrist Jon and Vinny's to go, we lasted ten years Blood, sweat, and tears dawg I'm serious I'm out here off experience Top me off the strength, bitch Don't be acting bougie like that 'Cause you know a nigga rap and you know my pockets stacked You the baddest at my show, girl Tryna let you know, girl Uh, so I wrote this When I fall asleep, I think about you (you) Somewhere on a nice island with panoramic views No cell phones, one pair of shoes You can walk around nude, yea it's cool Our nights are the brightest Thoughts are collidin' Pina Coladas Then I'm inside ya Uh, Then I'm behind ya I don't plan on letting go I need another dose I need another dose Shit Shorty like an angel Sweet like mango This is what I say to her This is what I say to her I don't plan on letting go And I got say so Parked at the liquor store Yea OPM number one Uh, thank you for flying with the clique Sorry for the turbulence Uh Rub my back When I fall asleep, I think about you (you) Somewhere on a nice island with panoramic views No cell phones, one pair of shoes You can walk around nude, yea it's cool