Baby we can get lifted any time of day
(Cause the d** baby)
Cause the d** get me feeling some kinda way (oh yeah)
Oh hell, here we go again, we did this last night
Two shots, pour Belaire or the Blue Dot
Two bad b**hes blowing smoke on my blue top, yeah
Damn you just completely reminded me (reminded me)
When you’re leaving they feeling some kinda way
Oh hell, here we go again, I’m just tryna stay alive
Two shots, floor n***as shooting through your rooftop
Who got popped, young n***a tone two Glocks, yeah
I just wanna hold your had, sip me some Champagne, love, that’s it, you heard?
s**ers for love, yes, I’ve heard it before
Show them my hustle which is such an incredible source
Stumble through the boutiques, always watching my step
Credit Cards in my name, she swipe them, I sign them myself
Trust is a must, never letting you down
Got her selfies with Beyonce, this is Destiny Child
Won’t answer my calls after I gave you my all
Before I shed a tear, I thought I’d just write you a song
Rewrite all my wrongs, or recite you a poem
Knowing you’re leaving but the question is, “Where are you going?”
Baby we can get lifted any time of day
(Cause the d** baby)
Cause the d** get me feeling some kinda way (oh yeah)
Oh hell, here we go again, we did this last night
Two shots, pour Belaire or the Blue Dot
Two bad b**hes blowing smoke on my rooftop, yeah
Shawty was a dancer, hustle was her answer
Get in where I fit in, mid-town Atlanta
Bags and boots, baby girl wanted those big things
Parking lot in magic City, said she was sixteen
Don’t let them stop you baby, they can’t knock you baby
When you winning is when they wanna say she not a lady
Hold your bag in the sky, all those b**hes respect it
Now run home to your n***a, make sure that head is perfected
Never seeking acceptance, reaping my blessings
Fat mob figure, black Bob Dylan
If the p**y good it’s hard to stay and on Twitter
If you want it, she ain’t got it, get on your job n***a
Baby we can get lifted any time of day
(Cause the d** baby)
Cause the d** get me feeling some kinda way (oh yeah)
Oh hell, here we go again, we did this last night
Two shots, floor n***as shooting through your rooftop
Who got popped, young n***a tone two Glocks, yeah
Your opinion, I don’t care
And my n***as we show up and it ain’t fair
k**ing these n***as for real
Shades on but my vision’s so clear
And I do this for my n***as that ain’t here
Tell me ’bout I got two bad b**hes to myself, oh
And I can’t wait to get alone
She playing games with you, probably cause she with me n***a
It ain’t ’bout the fame dog, it’s about the figures n***as
Baby we can get lifted any time of day
(Cause the d** baby)
Cause the d** get me feeling some kinda way (oh yeah)
Oh hell, here we go again, we did this last night
Two shots, pour Belaire or the Blue Dot
Two bad b**hes blowing smoke on my blue top, yeah