(CHORUS)

WOAH

I think that I might lose control of myself

All you talk is money give a fuck about your wealth

Pockets getting fatter like it ate the whole house

While I’m winning you can watch me from the couch while I

Go long to the end zone

Catch a vibe she a bad girl fuck a friend zone

Now she telling me to come thru and her friends home

So we go for a ride

Go for a ride

You be quick to think I’m tryna fuck though

Always in my ear talking cut throat

You like it when I’m here so wassup though

Make it crystal clear that I’m bout that action

You the type to make a man move with more compassion

You be staring with those eyes like I know you do

Try to make a comprise I’m a simple dude

Liquor running through my mind and I’m into you

So I’m tryna change your point of view

And you see it so

Now we pull up to her crib and

All her friends are asking how I’m living

Say their into giving

Please please please

Can you show me to chill

I be working way to much that I don’t ever get to feel

No pain no joy it’s all the same I guess

You fill my void that still remain from stress

But that wouldn’t fuckin matter on a night like this