Studio

[Hook: BJ the Chicago Kid]

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

But this song so fuckin' dope, girl, it's harder not for me to blaze it

To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I was blazin'

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

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]

On and off of tour, know it get stressful time and time

But don't stress about them whores you the only one that's on my mind

Just worrying about you baby

When I make it home you gon' make us go into a round 2 baby

Show that pussy no remorse

This is what it costs to be famous to buy them shoes you afford

Late night session after session, she can drive you a Porshe

Its what I sacrifice for that expensive taste you got to fill your appetite

I made our dreams come true

All them nights you stay awake I swear I make it worth it

Cause I appreciate your patience and that body so perfect

All the time I spent away I can't help but think about you baby

Facetime and the freaky things you say

When the flight land I be on my way, gone

[Hook: BJ the Chicago Kid]