[Verse 1: King Combs]

Yo, is you out there I see you

Slim thick with the curly hair I wanna meet you

Wanna go & travel the world? Yeah me too

Matching furs out in the cold bankroll & I stand 10 toes

Yeah top floor chilling, penthouse bickin' it

They be talking bout it but they really not living it

Showing you some different shit that you ain't never seen

Woman of my dreams be my pretty little thing

Let me stop it, I'm really poppin', I'm outta pocket WAIT

Let me get back to the topic. Where you at?

Prolly somewhere in the tropics

But I hope I find ya ass by the time that I Drop this

I only drop hits, and when I find you

I'm diving in like the Loch Ness

Swoop you up in that DAMN so many options

The Maybach, chauffeured in the ghost... Boy I do the most

I was looking for love

I must be looking too far

Cuz I dun been around the world

And still I wonder where you are

You prolly looking for no love

Well that means I got options

But on some real shit, we can get this situation popping rocking

And when I'm on you, get you wet

Bentley swerving don't catch me in suburban

Ya body got move to the left

I be splurging them lames you be curving

And when I'm on you, get you wet

Drop tops and you know I keep you hot

Ya body got move to the left

Cuz we can't stop And we won't stop

Say Chris, you know me and usually i'on say this

The girl in my peripheral might be my favorite

You saw how we fell in love & I ain't even say shit

CYN is in the building imma need a waitress

Ciroc VS on the rocks, I keep it basic

Good girl, gone bad, girl you trading places

I know its the first night, you gotta keep it sacred

I'm talking bout that cake that you keep in yo bakery