[ Featuring prodby.Waste ]
She got that necklace filled with diamonds, yeah my fashion killer
Out that dress, to my bed, roses red, my jacket, Thriller
She play hard to get, just outta my touch
But I ain't outta time, livin' lavish, lux (Uh)
We off to Mars (Yeah)
Said it in the past, resume no pause
Give my applause
When you leave me girl I get withdraws
I gotta ask, are you down?
Where you stayin' in town?
Why don't you stay with me in the loaded suite that's in my house
Got a phrase in mind, confidence, the way she wearin' it
Girl you got it, let 'em know, ain't no comparison
Pull up in the GT 40, yeah like I'm Harrison
Flight to LA from NY, that's transamerican
Check the weather, Cupertino, off to Puerto Rico
I hit this model on the Gram, she from San Bernardino
Her picture's in the magazine, she got on Valentino
And she got a private on the Snap, location's on for me though
Nah, nah, nah, nah, there's no comparison
First time I saw that you were the one that I be marryin'
Thinkin' 'bout the way you turn me on, is that embarrassin'?
Catch a flight to LA cause you know that's where the players is
Ride through the town, and you know that I do it again
Pass it around, never messin' up the rotation
An eye for the crown, like you thinkin' its up for the takin'
I just knew that you would be the one, you got my world changin'
Got a phrase in mind, confidence, the way she wearin' it
Girl you got it, let 'em know, ain't no comparison
Pull up in the GT 40, yeah like I'm Harrison
Flight to LA from NY, that's transamerican
Check the weather, Cupertino, off to Puerto Rico
I hit this model on the Gram, she from San Bernardino
Her picture's in the magazine, she got on Valentino
And she got a private on the Snap, location's on for me though
Check the weather, Cupertino, off to Puerto Rico
I hit this model on the Gram, she from San Bernardino
Her picture's in the magazine, she got on Valentino
And she got a private on the Snap, location's on for me though
