Making Me Proud (feat. Jeremih & Rick Ross)

I wanna let you know Appreciate what you doin' Just wanna salute you You do got the trophy right Know a down one for me Now the fickle with me My day one, that's my baby Been right here all alone and she got her own I love that, that's my baby And she knows You're making me proud, making me proud That's my baby (My baby, my baby she knows) You're making me proud, making me proud That's my baby (My baby yeah) Girl you got all these stalkers All these niggas tryna buy you Porches Ass so fat need it softest No strings attached, just keep it cordless I'm kidding, do it taste like peaches? I used to have a girl named Peaches But you on a next level Got a feeling your finna be my best ever You making me proud, you're making me proud You know I'm finna put work in that pretty old thing So I'm blowing this loud She telling me I need to change But baby I need the change 2 coupes, 2 bricks, life's too short Cocktail, 2 Glocks and a Newport I put my money where my mouth is Number one anywhere the south is Rich niggas, you can tell by the outfits High tops, Versace, I'm on that boss shit Count cash on the tarmac For you new niggas gotta run the car fax VIN numbers that don't match She telling me this money won't last + x2 Girl you got all these stalkers You woke up like that huh, flawless Breaking all the rules, you living lawless What you a Pisces or Taurus? Libra or Cancer? I just want that for breakfast Make this move and no extras Girl you fly like an overnight letter All I wanna do is make your overnight's better, wetter