[Intro]

Look

[Verse 1]

She a angel and she told me I'm her guardian

She Jamaican, but her batty look Somalian

She rather read, she ain't really into partyin'

It's cold outside so I made her wear my cardigan

Always switching so they wanna know what cars we in

Red seatbelts now they wanna know how fast it is

My private life's way better than my public one

She thought her ex man was the shit and now she laughs at him

So much space up in my crib I feel the draft in it

And I don't care if I got racks, I'm still bargaining