She like to go party like to go smoke and drink a lot make me think a lot
She like to get higher just to get low wit joe and just hope it even out
To try to step up in yo party
And God she got all a dat body
Can tell that she ain't have no daddy
Unless he step out a Bugatti

Seem to be simple but it really depends tho
Peace to sentimental when she needing the rent tho
Beats to put her mental into minimal intervals at a limited signal that would end in crescendos

And all they wan do is wear some raw shoes
Abandon y'all rules cause man it's all cool
For every false move and plan that falls thru
We'll ball til we fall and stand when ya'll snooze

A fan of ours, we a fan of theirs
So cram the bars, and stand on the chairs
Abandon your lair look at the energy here
You can pretend to be scared, we ascend to be rare, yeah

I'm feeling ya fear, I'ma need you to move my nigga
Or get it in gear continue to cruise my nigga
A different year wit different moves my nigga
Bartender please get em a clue my nigga

(Chorus)
Let me call you back, got somebody on the other line
I think I'm short a stack, sure that's gotta be some sort of sign
So let me quarterback, you make sure you keep them toes in line
Cause you so fine, you so fine, you so fine

He like to get high he like to get paid
he like to get laid he like a chick
Magna cum Laude had the new Audi
grey and blue Saudi plus she thick

Would drop the top on a good freeway
Could not be stopped wanted to each day
What put the cherry on top of the cheesecake
Was she was bout her scratch like a DJ

He was a nigga that was always in bar fights
Not the type that you would wanna meet on a dark night
Got so many scars now he say he the art type
And would be alive had he driven the car right

But he was on that fuck life, bust right
Back at the devil when he throwing em lemons and shit
Was fed up with the uptight, upright
Way that the matrix was always trying to limit the kid

Two sips of the Amaretto,
Put the pedal to the fucking metal
Close call with the law could ball till he fall but he thinking on another level

Life comes at you in flashes
The red light might just be magic
You said I like you you laughing
Let's make it happen, uh

(Chorus)
Let me call you back, got somebody on the other line
I think I'm short a stack, sure that's gotta be some sort of sign
So let me quarterback, you make sure you keep them toes in line
Cause you so fine, you so fine, you so fine

Divine intervention to catch my attention and now I ain't got no chill
Hanging with aristocrats I got a few mass Christmas texts I can tell they ain't real
I can go tit for tat and say this and that about how you should live your life
But that ain't right, that ain't right,
That ain't right, that ain't right, that ain't right

(Chorus)
Let me call you back, got somebody on the other line
I think I'm short a stack, sure that's gotta be some sort of sign
So let me quarterback, you make sure you keep them toes in line
Cause you so fine, you so fine, you so fine