[Intro: Boldy James]
Yeah, uh-huh
What else?
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Never have I ever met a lady of your stature
Pulling up in space shuttles, license plate say NASA
Know her ex a bum and he not even in mi clase
Dior denim jeans but the white T, it came from [?]
Got rich selling bundles, making house visits and doctor calls
She know that I'm humble but she love it when I pop it tall
Her last man, he might as well jump in the trashcan
Ass so fat, I need more than just a lap dance
Told her the Feds stay watching 'cause all of these niggas squealing
Hate when she too fake, cocky, or she be in her feelings
Stay rolling up the strongest za', she got a green thumb
Press it down on me every time my baby need some
Depending on her mood, I pass it out in different doses
Can't go too long without her fix, she know my dick the dopest
The richest dope boy from my hood, plug with the Medellín
She always tell me that "I love you. You my everything"
[Chorus: Boldy James]
Can always call on me but it ain't that for them
Your mans dropped the ball on you and I hate that for him
Like if he only knew how much that you meant to me
Everything in mint condition, this shit was meant to be
Say he be talking all that chili, never stacked a M
That shit they dream about, she seen me spend that in a blink
Know she can always count on me but it ain't that for them
Your mans dropped the ball on you and I hate that for him
[Verse 2: Boldy James]
New Burberry flops with a couple matching pairs of trunks
Presidential look like I been hanging out somewhere with Trump
Top down on the Don, baby, it's a new day
All my ice HD, can see this shit in Blu-ray
It's two-way, deuce, siete, oh, that's his gang and them
Big bottles of Reposado, this ain't no Jameson
Baby, if I told you who I was when we first met
We probably never would've made it past the first step
First time linking didn't seem like she was interested
Demon in the sheets but in the street you think she innocent
If I send my baby out the way to get that chicken scratch
You can bet she bring me every cotton pickin' nickel back
If I didn't rap you best believe I wouldn't miss a beat
Toes so pretty, every time we fuck I kiss her feet
Couple hundred thousand in the mattress we be fucking on
Six bricks in granny crib, I pray they don't kick in my honeycomb
[Chorus: Boldy James]
Can always call on me but it ain't that for them
Your mans dropped the ball on you and I hate that for him
Like if he only knew how much that you meant to me
Everything in mint condition, this shit was meant to be
Say he be talking all that chili, never stacked a M
That shit they dream about, she seen me spend that in a blink
Know she can always count on me but it ain't that for them
Your mans dropped the ball on you and I hate that for him
[Outro]
La-la, la-la-la, for love
La-la, la-la-la, for love
La-la, la-la-la, for love
La-la, la-la-la, for love
La-la, la-la-la, for love
La-la, la-la-la, for love
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