Let's go (yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made
that motherfuckin' beat? Ah, nah)
You know it's Baby, nigga,
hahaha
Hah
(Oh Lord, Jetson made
another one), ha
She
wanna fuck with me,
but I don't got the time (mmh, mmh)
I just hopped off a private plane and
went and hopped on 85 (yeah)
Go call my chauffeur, bitch,
'cause I don't like to drive
We in Suburbans back to back and we
gon' fill 'em up with vibes (let's go)
Fill 'em with vibes (yeah), get in and ride
(yeah, yeah)
And no, a nigga not blind
(uh-uh)
But I keep the stick and I'm firin' (bitch)
I ain't met a nigga in life
That's fuckin' with me, say he did,
then he lyin' (mmh, mmh)
Got so many vibes stuffed
in the car
We can fuck them hoes six
at a time (no cap)
I make them hoes say,
"That nig ga so fine" (ooh)
"Girl, he got the dick you can feel in
your spine" (yeah)
Yeah, that what they say about Baby
You know that them bitches
don't play about Baby
Baby should go run for president
Look what God did,
took his time with me (yeah, yeah)
Got a red and white hoe like a
peppermint (ooh)
Book the hotel, take the vibes in
She gon' fuck me and fuck
on my brethren (uh)
My brother 'nem,
havin' three hoes in the king size
I ain't fin ished yet (mmh), get
another bitch (mmh)
Got her ridin' dick and screamin',
"Yeehaw" (mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh)
Make me proud, girl, you a cowgirl (huh?)
Did a handstand, I'm like, "Wow,
girl" (okay, okay)
Got me fuckin' her upside-down (ooh,
mmh), baow, baow
Yeah, we goin' dum b,
say she wanna cum (mmh)
I'm lookin' like,
"When?" She lookin' like, "Now"
Some more came in,
say they want it too
I tagged in my brother, bitch,
I'm out (bye), I know
She
wanna fuck with me,
but I don't got the time (mmh, mmh, yeah)
I just hopped off a private plane and
went and hopped on 85 (yeah)
Go call my chauffeur, bitch,
'cause I don't like to drive
We in Suburbans back to back and we gon' fill
'em up with vibes (let's go)
She wanna fuck on me,
but I don't got the time (mmh, mmh)
I just hopped off a private plane and
went and hopped on 85 (yeah)
Go call my chauffeur, bitch,
'cause I don't like to drive
We in Suburbans back to back and we
gon' fill 'em up with vibes (look)
Let's get on a jet (yeah), come give me
some neck (yeah, yeah)
She ain't pickin' up (huh?), and her nigga just called,
she gon' send him a text
I don't need no doc', bitch,
you know I'm a dog, better send me the vet
Ever made you a million? I tell 'em,
"Riddle me that," ain't offended me yet
My bitch drink Bacardi, I'm in this bitch feelin' like 'Set
(okurr), quarter mil' on my neck
One-point-two on on on the crib, four hundred thou' on the whip,
dickin' down your lil' bitch
I'm 'bout to go buy me
a coupe (Zoom)
Pull up, make the doors
raise the roof (yeah)
Louis V army fatigue (yes, sir)
Hop out with a pole like a troop
(yeah, get in there)
Baby Ray Allen from three (swish)
You leave me open,
I shoot (baow, baow)
We like Martin and Pam
at the hotel (uh)
We kickin' hoes out, get
the boot (mmh)
These hoes catchin' bodies,
they 'bout it (yeah)
We having new vibes in the lobby
(new vibes)
That's wherever we go,
ain't no problem (no problem)
I just told a bitch no, she
was childish (bye)
Pulled up like
She
wanna fuck with me,
but I don't got the time (mmh, mmh)
I just hopped off a private plane and
went and hopped on 85 (yeah)
Go call my chauffeur, bitch,
'cause I don't like to drive
We in Suburbans back to back
and we gon' fill 'em up with vibes