Let's go (yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made
that motherfuckin' beat? Ah, nah)
You know it's Baby, nigga,
but I don't got the time (mmh, mmh)
I just hopped off a private plane and
went and hopped on 85 (yeah)
Go call my chauffeur, bitch,
'cause I don't like to drive
We in Suburbans back to back and we
gon' fill 'em up with vibes (let's go)
Fill 'em with vibes (yeah), get in and ride
And no, a nigga not blind
But I keep the stick and I'm firin' (bitch)
I ain't met a nigga in life
That's fuckin' with me, say he did,
Got so many vibes stuffed
We can fuck them hoes six
"That nig ga so fine" (ooh)
"Girl, he got the dick you can feel in
Yeah, that what they say about Baby
You know that them bitches
Baby should go run for president
took his time with me (yeah, yeah)
Got a red and white hoe like a
Book the hotel, take the vibes in
She gon' fuck me and fuck
havin' three hoes in the king size
I ain't fin ished yet (mmh), get
Got her ridin' dick and screamin',
"Yeehaw" (mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh)
Make me proud, girl, you a cowgirl (huh?)
Did a handstand, I'm like, "Wow,
Got me fuck in' her upside-down (ooh,
"When?" She lookin' like, "Now"
I tagged in my brother, bitch,
but I don't got the time (mmh, mmh, yeah)
I just hopped off a private plane and
went and hopped on 85 (yeah)
Go call my chauffeur, bitch,
'cause I don't like to drive
We in Suburbans back to back and we gon' fill
'em up with vibes (let's go)
but I don't got the time (mmh, mmh)
I just hopped off a private plane and
went and hopped on 85 (yeah)
Go call my chauffeur, bitch,
'cause I don't like to drive
We in Suburbans back to back and we
gon' fill 'em up with vibes (look)
Let's get on a jet (yeah), come give me
She ain't pickin' up (huh?), and her nigga just called,
she gon' send him a tex t
I don't need no doc', bitch,
you know I'm a dog, better send me the vet
Ever made you a million? I tell 'em,
"Riddle me that," ain't offended me yet
My bitch drink Bacardi, I'm in this bitch feelin' like 'Set
(okurr), quarter mil' on my neck
One-point-two on on on the crib, four hundred thou' on the whip,
dickin' down your lil' bitch
Louis V army fatigue (yes, sir)
Hop out with a pole like a troop
Baby Ray Allen from three (swish)
These hoes catchin' bodies,
We having new vibes in the lobby
ain't no problem (no problem)
I just told a bitch no, she
but I don't got the time (mmh, mmh)
I just hopped off a private plane and
went and hopped on 85 (yeah)
Go call my chauffeur, bitch,
'cause I don't like to drive
We in Suburbans back to back
and we gon' fill 'em up with vibes
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