Boca Raton

[Chorus: Bas]

I'm out in Boca Raton

I'm sippin' Roca Patron

I got this chick on the phone

Talkin' 'bout life and how I just ain't right for her

I been inclined to agree

'Cause all I been doin' is me, now

I can't be your one, baby girl—nah

But I play the two or the three, now

[Verse 1: Bas]

Give her the dick and I'm gone

I'm like a tickin' time bomb

I'm on the road, grind time for the dough, it's my time

She cheer me on—pom-poms

She good for the soul, she good for the mind

She help me get found—TomTom

She help me eat clean—balsamic

She might end up meetin' my mama

Let's take it back like western time zones

Used to call you up to share my milestones

Now you hear my voice and sound annoyed

Might as well be talkin' to the dial tone

I been living dreams, it ain't what it seems

Splittin' at the seam when it—

Splittin' at the seam when it come to you

[Chorus: Bas]

I'm out in Boca Raton

I'm sippin' Roca Patron

I got this chick on the phone

Talkin' 'bout life and how I just ain't right for her

I been inclined to agree

'Cause all I been doin' is me, now

I can't be your one, baby girl—nah

But I play the two or the three, now

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]

Ayy, I flew out to Boca Raton (Yeah)

Had to meet my nigga Bas (Uh)

He took a break from the road (Yeah)

Decided to party with Cozz

Had to get 'way from the cold (Right)

The winter was killin' my vibe

Just got off the phone with J. Cole

Told him that I'm with the guys (Wooh, wooh, wooh)

Look in my eye, I'm seein' life through Versace (Ayy)

Dippin' in the Mazi, 'bout to eat Hibachi

Now with the pass the Courvoisier (Ayy)

Sippin' 'til I'm sloppy (Ayy, ayy), fuck her 'til she lock knees

I put a hurtin' on her 'nani (Yeah)

Anaconda through her body, got her screamin', "Golly!"

Dale boom dale (Huh)

She a work of art like a Salvador Dali (Ayy, ayy)

It's like a Prada robbery

Nothing but designer when you go shoppin'

You want the Zonda or 'Rari?

We could get both so you know this shit poppin' (Ayy, ayy)

Feelin' like Tommy

In Belly when Keisha and him got it poppin' (Ayy, ayy)

Put her head in my tummy

Boca Raton, I ain't leavin' this party (Ayy, ayy)

[Bridge: Bas]

I can't help the way you think when I'm not with you

I'm not with the way you think when I'm not with you

Baby, we know just what we got

Only we know just what we got

I can't help the way you think when I'm not with you

I'm not with the way you think when I'm not with you

Baby, we know just what we got

Only we know just what we got

[Chorus: Bas]

I'm out in Boca Raton

I'm sippin' Roca Patron

I got this chick on the phone

Talkin' 'bout life and how I just ain't right for her

I been inclined to agree

'Cause all I been doin' is me, now

I can't be your one, baby girl—nah

But I play the two or the three, now

[Outro: Bas]

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