make em’ jealous - Intellectual

Ooh, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah

Go and get you what you want, get whatever

Whoa, woah, yeah, yeah

I could post you on the gram, make em' jealous

Got them mad, made her mine, yeah, yeah, yeah

How you wake up looking fine, yeah, yeah, yeah

I like the way you walking when you walking my way

And now I'm running after you like a high-speed chase

You don't even gotta try

Off the wake up, put that shit on and get fly

Off the wake up, she already looking fine

I know that this for life, like she won't ever leave my side

Fresh up, off the wake up, I get fried

Help me pick the whip, I got a five-car garage

Every time I wake up in the morning, I get fried

Every time I wake up in the morning, I thank God

Know you fine as fuck from head to toe

I be always tripping on you, know I don't have to

I just get protective of my own

Want you to myself you know I know I gotta have you

You could take my last name

What you say, I'ma pull up on you later

Taking shots after shots, she my chaser

Got your legs up, gripping on your waist, yeah

Used to think I need two, only one, I need you

I was on some other shit, baby, now it's just me and you

Got me doing things I'd never do, if it wasn't you

Take it slow-mo, I've been patiently waiting for you

Go and throw it back, let me rock you like a boat

Brand new Birkin bag for my bitch, let's go hit up the store

Whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah