[Intro]
Aye!
(Hah, hah) Yeah
Baby
Aye, aye
It's yours, it's yours, it's (What), it's
Aye, aye, aye, aye
(It's yours! The seed and the black woman)
Uh, aye
[Verse]
I ain't even tryna milk it, I'ma spoil you
I adore you, do anything for you
You want a nigga who go court you, tour you
Flowers just because you was loyal to the soil
You ain't a fan of the fuck niggas
Don't really trust niggas, you don't even like to touch niggas
If love a crime, tell the feds I'm tryna cuff
Put a rock on your finger, you a diamond in the rough
What's your fantasy? Is it vanity, Van Cleef?
Retail therapy? Need it for your sanity
Chanel, Fendi, Balenci', Alexander McQueen
Amore Dior like you deep in Christianity
Or maybe none of that matters more than a family
A crib full of mini-yous and mini-mes
She in my ear like "I don't think that you can handle me"
But I can do it all, shawty, you can have anything
[Hook]
Anything? (Anything)
Anything (Anything)
Anything (Shawty, you can have anything)
Anything? (Anything)
Anything (Anything)
Anything (Shawty, you can have anything)
Anything? (Anything)
Anything (Anything)
Anything (Shawty, you can have anything)
(It's yours! The seed and the black woman)
Anything? (Anything)
Anything (Anything)
Anything (Shawty, you can have anything)
[Outro]
It's yours, it's yours, it's yours
It's yours, it's yours, it's yours
It's yours, it's yours, it's yours
It's yours, it's yours, it's yours
It's yours, it's yours, it's yours
It's yours, it's yours, it's yours
(It's yours! The seed and the black woman)
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