[Verse 1]

I'm flying high in the sky, I ain't worried bout no exes

Still got bad bitches I'm curving like silhouettes

Though her lips stay wet, she pearling the cigarettes

If you don't stay on the move the cursor, they click your 'x'

I'm an icon, icon

Gone like bygones

She wait up for me like my mom, keep the lights on

Lil mama, you the bomb, gave her pipe bomb

Hit my line like Tron when the bike's gone

Footwear she paid an arm and a leg for

Take 'em off put your toes all on the headboard

Through these sheets, I'ma crawl like a bedbug

While these bugaboo niggas still beg for it

Her chic is matching my fleek though

She went overseas for the sneaks though

So when she said she wore a 37, I said thats just God in DC though

Let her move a little pack on the d-low

She said delete the sex tape, kept the b-roll

And I love her cause she all about the C-Notes

She got 3 bros, so she know the G-code

[Hook]

What's your European size baby

Can't go overseas with dollars, they ain't even now baby

And you a season ahead every season now baby

I see you now baby, ooh we fleeking now baby

What's your European size baby

Can't go overseas with dollars, they ain't even now baby

And you a season ahead every season now baby

I see you now baby, I see you now baby

[Bridge]

And we ain't even worried bout the money cause we spend it then its coming right back

And when you in the game 100 you can do what you wanna if you got it like that

I just need a girl that can function off the pack and is comfortable with having my back

Cause I ain't fucking with nobody like that

No, no, no

[Verse 2]

Northeast Grooving, geechie and gooping

Breaking down the cups cause the Reese's Pieces is moving

She remember me, everytime she see me I'm boofing

Zero out of Holes found the peaches, she splooshing

Lex Wang bottoms and the sneakers is swooshing

We was truant, now the city geeking like students

Wake up in the AM, first we baking then we cooking

But I only want the paper, can't make it back to booking

Do The Right Thing 3s, take it back to Brooklyn

Smoking on the sofa, what's the flavor that we kushing/cushion

Kissing on on your tan lines below the Mason Dixon

Make my own Mecca, we ain't gotta make a mission

Everything major, I minor in intuition

In state everywhere, bitch I'm from the District

Where you at, I'm heavy there til somebody lift it

Baby, you go'n lemme put some gravy on your biscuit?

On your biscuit? On your biscuit?

We got too big for these hoes call us misfits

No label on my clothes, no emblem

Only if you hip shit, nigga that's that pimp shit

You with the don with the pictures for arms

On my shit like a fly, this fly shit that I'm on

Still slizzard when the Wizards is on

Might call a nigga Stifler if I'm hitting his moms

[Hook]

[Bridge]

We bread, she can't believe its not no butter on it

But its spread on my bed and we fucking on it

Go ahead, if you scared push the button on it

If you prepared then we covered, throw the covers on it

This what you wanted, wasn't it?