I want the old love Motorola love,

I want the old love coca cola love,

No bonnet just comb it over love,

Taking trips that’s falling over love

Your head swells when I call up, you feel my aura

I want that pretty girl living next door love

I put you and your girlfriends on my tour bus,

Your man before called you, out of order

Really don’t know what I should do about this

I’m like let’s take pics and just hit and make hits

You know I don’t smoke but you’re tryna have rizz

And now you’re looking at me like you’re tryna have kids

I got two already, bare up’s and downs

I been through already

Had it my way I would have chopped you already

And gone through your belly

Had to slide first time I saw you on telly

I was feeling fomo

Gotta slide in the fur that you had when collected your mobo

I’m wearing my Kimono

And my phones ringing but I don’t really care about a bozo

Oh what you like my attire, gyal i’m the truth I know you ain’t got time for a liar

Pull up anywhere you see sky on the flyer

Because I make you melt like ice in a fire

I want the old love Motorola love,

I want the old love coca cola love,

No bonnet just comb it over love,

Taking trips that’s falling over love

Your head swells when I call up, you feel my aura

I want that pretty girl living next door love

I put you and your girlfriends on my tour bus,

Your man before called you, out of order

Yh you kinda interest me

I don’t wanna be a loan you should interest me

I like that bag you should Pinterest me

And I like your style you tryna impress me

I’m impressive, big blessing, grip neck in

Straight forward this ain’t a mixed message

I shot my shot like it was a smith wesson

You slid the number like go ahead tek it

Hold that

when I phone back

For the romance

know that

When we collab

They got no chance

Know that

Ima show man I don’t hold hand,

Like remote I control that, he try hold back

Scorching hot

And I ain’t needing no fan

wanna watch me you gotta stick to the program

Stick to the program, slip on a slow jam

Times like this I ain’t missing my old gyal

I want the old love Motorola love,

I want the old love coca cola love,

No bonnet just comb it over love,

Taking trips that’s falling over love

Your head swells when I call up, you feel my aura

I want that pretty girl living next door love

I put you and your girlfriends on my tour bus,

Your man before called you, out of order