作词 : Aubrey Graham/Earl Isaac Bynum/Jonathan L Kirk/Miles Parks Mccollum
作曲 : Aubrey Graham/Earl Isaac Bynum/Jonathan L Kirk/Miles Parks Mccollum
(EarlOnTheBeat)
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
**** you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
Verse 1: Drake
Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah
Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it
I hide in the cave like Osama did
I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District
You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah
Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you
I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
**** you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
Verse 2 Lil Yachty
Is they mad that you **** with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?)
Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)
Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (That's too sad)
Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)
I want them to know you're my baby boo (My boo)
We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do
Every time we step out, *****s look at you
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
Verse 3 DaBaby & Lil Yachty
My ***** pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (Let's go)
Take a pic with a ***** and she faint (Yeah)
She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint
My ***** 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (Uh)
You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds
My ***** like a big bag of money, this new money (Chill)
You gon' make the ***** think that you love her (**** you)
Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (Aw)
Take the lil' ***** *****, he ain't do nothin' (Yeah)
Now his ***** goin' Baby on Baby (Let's go)
She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'
And I hope that these *****s don't play, I ain't playin' (Let's go)
Your ***** lookin' good as Oprah bank account
I'm the type to take a ***** ho from him and take her out
Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
I ain't mad at 'em, baby (Let's go)
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (Let's go)
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
**** you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby