[Chorus]

Truing, baby girl, I want you

Where you goin'? What you doin'?

Hit me up, I come through

Ain't nothin' to it but to do it

Style you up, baby, I'm here

Thousand bucks for your eyewear

Ass on you hefty, you the bomb

Girl, we should be on my bedsheets, word is bond

Smell like flowers who use [?], you the bomb

Lay your ass down on my bedsheets, swear to God

[Verse 1]

Fly you to Peru and ma, better yet

I’m gon’ buy your ass a unicorn, better bet

I ain’t lying, that’s the truest though, cheddar checks

I got all this cash, get you involved to the death

Got all of that ass on her, pop Remy and splash on her

Chase it with her bathwater (taste good, taste good)

Her last man got fast on her, no way I could pass on her

Park up and the crash on her, yeah, yeah

Moving, making my pay

Let me scoop you up inside and [?] take you away

Man, I swear she got to be the sweetest that I ever seen

Pull up in that ride, we get to steaming on that evergreen

[Chorus]

Truing, baby girl, I want you

Where you goin'? What you doin'?

Hit me up, I come through

Ain't nothin' to it but to do it

Style you up, baby, I'm here

Thousand bucks for your eyewear

Ass on you hefty, you the bomb

Girl, we should be on my bedsheets, word is bond

Smell like flowers who use [?], you the bomb

Lay your ass down on my bedsheets, swear to God

[Verse 2]

Your girl get killed though on my bedsheets, they silk yo

Gotta ask how it feel though, come through, we kick it like filcos

I'm cool just like you expected, no fool, I like it in sex bitch

So cute, the type I could f’ with, so cute, the type I could f’ with

Pop a pill, wake up, then, roll again

I gots them bills, them shits be rolling in

She roll it fire, yeah, we blowing wind

She hit the dryer with them rollers in, with them rollers in

Def', man, she's definitely mine, extra lips every time

Textin' me, later she gon’ be sexing me, bet that she grind

Def', man, she's definitely mine, extra lips every time

Textin' me, later she gon’ be sexing me, bet that she grind

[Chorus]

Truing, baby girl, I want you

Where you goin'? What you doin'?

Hit me up, I come through

Ain't nothin' to it but to do it

Style you up, baby, I'm here

Thousand bucks for your eyewear

Ass on you hefty, you the bomb

Girl, we should be on my bedsheets, word is bond

Smell like flowers who use [?], you the bomb

Lay your ass down on my bedsheets, swear to God