Lost

Double D Big full breasts on my baby Triple weight Couldn't weigh the love I got for the girl, yeah And I just wanna know Why you ain't been going to work? Boss ain't working you like this He can't take care of you like this Now you're lost Lost in the heat of it all And girl, you know you're lost Lost in the thrill of it all Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost Got on my buttercream silk shirt and it's Versace Hand me my triple weight So I can weigh the work I got on you, girl (Too weird to live, too weird to die) No, I don't really wish I don't wish the titties would show Nor ever, ever, ever, ever let you get caught No, oh-oh Lost, lost in the heat of it all And girl, you know you're lost Lost in the thrill of it all She's at a stove Can't believe I got her out here cooking dope Cooking dope I promise she'll be whipping meals up For a family of her own Now you're lost Lost in the thrill of it all