Chorus
(My baby you, Oooo..
My baby you, Oooo..)x2
I’m into you, Oooo..
I’m into you, Oooo..)x2
Verse l
Hold up.
Hold up.
Me, my ni**as don’t need luck.
Read the digits, ain’t no coma., no rest, no sleeping on ma..
Hold up.
High school was no baller. dawgs around with no collar. Girls fight for me, T’challa..
Hold up.
That’s a cap, like cola. That’s a cap, like Soulja. That’s a cap, America..
Hold up.
What’s ghost with no power. Step the game like, no rush.. Man of hour like, no rush..
Hold up.
You be acting, like you know.. and i be thinking that she don’t.. like Are you ever gon see though.. That I been waiting for you though..
Haters never gon see though.. That this love, like G O, D..
Chorus
(My baby you, Oooo..
My baby you, Oooo..)x2
I’m into you, Oooo..
I’m into you, Oooo..)x2
Verse ll
I gotta wait on the phone, are you ever gon pick on the phone..
When shes speak there’s a tone, like ni**a just leave me alone..
Then I feel my heart, turn right back into the stone..
Like that breeze in the morn, baby see that I be a gone..
She knows what she knows, that she just can’t let go.. Why they act those, like, they know me or some.. All these hits might blow, like, bin-laden Osom..
She know that she need me, now, she singing this song..
Chorus
(My baby you, Oooo..
My baby you, Oooo..)x2
I’m into you, Oooo..
I’m into you, Oooo..)x2