Malaysia (feat. Larry June)

Yeah (Goldie)

Real sexy shit, you know?

I tell a bitch, "I ain't no bottle popper, I'm a showstopper," you dig?

But that's neither here nor there, you know?

Keep it goin', mm

It's nice out and the ass in full effect, ho sundressed up

We got the melanin with the cocoa butter skin just tryna get sexed up

I haven't left the spot, got the crockpots whippin' like a master chef

And my lady ain't trippin', 'cause I'm clockin' chicken, Rice like Hughey Hef

But last month I was in Malaysia with a player bitch kickin' hella flavor

In a stash house that had elevators, paper talk, no perpetrator

That night made her do the percolator on my dick

And then flew back to the G side 'cause it's popping out in that bitch

Young showstopper out in that bitch

'Cause I own it, I own it

'Cause I own it, I own it

'Cause I own it, straight Moët

Your main bitch, she rollin'

'Cause I own it, I own it

And don't text me with the bullshit, baby

You already know how I like it

Somethin' slight, yeah, off top, damn

East coast (Go), west coast (Go)

Dirty south (Go), mid coast (Go)

Tryna knock her (Go), sock it to me (Go)

I believe in you (Go), so much we can do (Go)

You gotta listen, baby, for real (Go), don't be talkin' too much (Go, uh)

Pay attention, baby (Good job), I got some game for you, love (Go, game for you, love)

What's a P without a vision? (Vision) What's a ho with no hustle? (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

RPM in D.C. (Man), lobster my ravioli (Good job)

I never talk about it much (Much), but you a part of the plan (Part of the plan)

You could've fell in love with a trick, but you chose the man (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Twelve dollar orange juice on my way to the bread (Way to the bread)

Outcall in Half Moon Bay, she hit for a band, what's happenin'?