Streets

Send your location, come through (Yeah) Damn papa, you a rare breed, no comparing And it's motherfuckin' scary Tryna keep him 'cause I found him Let a hoe know, I ain't motherfuckin' sharing I could take you to the parents, then to Paris Plan a motherfuckin' wedding You the type I wanna marry (Yeah) and keep you merry I'll put the ring on when you ready We play our fantasies out in real life ways and No Final Fantasy, can we end these games though? You give me energy, make me feel lightweight Like the birds of a feather, baby We real life made for each other And it's hard to keep my cool When other bitches tryna get with my dude and When other chickens tryna get in my coop 'Cause you're a one in a million There ain't no man like you