Studio (Freestyle)

[Intro]

Oh, we got this beat?

[Chorus]

I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby

Oh, song so f'ing dope, girl, it's hard not for me to blaze it, let's go

To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I could play with

Huh, aight, let me see, let me see what I got

[Verse]

Okay, I be bangin' all on that beat

808, she got the bass when her booty shake,

She got her friends with her and they a sight to see

All that butt, don't let it go to waste

All this Hennessy, this liquor, 'bout to penetrate

While I'm pushin' Lamborghini's on the interstate

I long-stroke her, I'ma go for hours

You minute-made like lemonade

I'm fresh as hell in these Margielas

As I skate pass, better than veterans

Bipolar cold, give me the medicine

My chain too bright, no Thomas Edison

When I pull it out, chick nervous

Better ride this wave, chick, surf it

Girl, you better keep them legs open

Only thing you close is these curtains

Ha, and she only got time for a brother if I take her out to eat

A brother really gotta motivate

Man, that's too much work for the kitty, I don't work for the kitty

Really don't communicate

Ha, I'd rather lick it like a dinner plate

I'd rather keep my money in a safe

Man, I ain't got time to play

I need it now, not a minute late

Now she blowin' up my line on the cellular

She wanna lock a brother down on the regular

Talkin' crazy to me like she own it

But I don't trust her as far as I can throw her

Huh, mama told me to find a keeper

But I switch like designer sneakers

A girl with the finest features

Every brother wanna talk to her, but I got her first, finders keepers

Violins in the back is my theme music

Her booty on my mind, I dream booty

Any — wanna — my —

Then it's off with his head, how kings do it

My ring's ruby

Red bandana, I stay woopin'

Got too many cribs, I stay movin'

Three Lambos, I stay coupin'

Yeah, but you don't hear me though

Virginia to the Westside

My car foreign, the girl sit on the left side

I'm smokin' weed on the plane, that's the best high

She gotta sign the waiver 'fore I let her fly

Huh, it's helipads on the boat

Chillin' in the South of France, Saint-Tropez, Nice, Monaco

But nothin' compare to what's in my pants, girl, stop playin'