Lyrics

I was calling you Because I was thinking about you I have kind of a thought to rent a house Maybe two hours outside of Los Angeles And you can have whatever you want I cannot wait to see you Nigga gon' put that bitch on (on, oh-oh) Big racks and Baccarat got it on me (on me) I know what this bitch want (want) Hope your blick' in your pocket, I got it on me (on me, yeah) Can't play me (play) Kept shit too solid, can't label with me (ooh, yeah) Know I got fire, this bitch stay with me (yeah) Shawty top five, wanna come lay with me (woah, woah, yeah) If you a real one, this your song (song) If you a real one, gotta show me (show) I came from nothing, by my lonely (woah-woah-woah) Lil' bae, come put that pussy on me (yeah, yeah) Lil' bae, come put that pussy on me (woah) Bust it, I'ma beat it 'til the morning (morning) I can't fuck with niggas, they be corny (woah) I got choppas that's gon' talk to niggas for me (woah, woah-woah) Fuck up out my way, I keep my gun on side my waist I'm just gon' fuck her, I won't chase her Diamonds busting out the face She don't wanna leave, I told her, "Shawty, I can't blame you" Baby Instafamous, pussy bussin' like my chain do (woah, woah-woah, bitch) That shit look good from them angles (bitch) This the new one not the same one (bitch) I can't stay here, I stay dangerous (bitch) If I fuck, you gon' be famous (woah, woah-woah, bitch) Nigga gon' put that bitch on (on, oh-oh) Big racks and Baccarat got it on me (on me) I know what this bitch want (want) Hope your blick' in your pocket, I got it on me (on me, yeah) Can't play me (play) Kept shit too solid, can't label with me (ooh, yeah) Know I got fire, this bitch stay with me (yeah) Shawty top five, wanna come lay with me (woah, oh)
Writer(s): Bino Rideaux, Justin Bradbury, John Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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