Hit-Boy - Outfit lyrics

[Verse 1: Bobby V] I got a house on the hill right next to Jay-Z And girl I'm trying to put you in it I want lay your body down on the California king Where's your bank account let me fill it, up Let me have that stress girl clear your mind If it's is a problem then you know I deal with it Just wanna borrow you for the rest of your life Gon' let me know if you with it [Hook: Bobby V] I know it ain't no price tag on you But I'm glad I was able to cop that Cause when they see me in the hood when I got you on They be like, "Damn, look at the way that he rock that" Baby I need you on my arm Like I need a fly shirt with that big boy bright ? match And that I need you round my waist Like the Louis Damier with the matching Pico on my back You're my favorite outfit (Hey) [x4] [Verse 2: Bobby V] I got that showroom big Coupe sitting outside Shorty won't you take a ride up the coast? And everywhere we go girl we see them flashing lights We do it bigger and better than most Let me put that lotion on your back Laying in St. Tropez sand And then later on, baby let me get that back While you're screaming, "Bobby V, you're my man" [Hook] [Verse 3: CyHi Da Prynce] You remind me of my hat cause you always on my mind My women are like my shoes I can't go lower than a 9 But girl you fit me perfect I can't wait to sport you Everybody want you like them jeans with the horseshoes So jump inside this Porsche Coupe, them n***as can't afford you I don't call it tricking, let's just say I endorse you So leave your man, he's a lame and a dork too All he do is whine, go and get him a corkscrew All I'mma do is Louis Vuitton, Christian Dior you YSL, Louboutin, Juicy Couture you So baby make your decision cause I done made mine I don't got a clock on my belt so I don't waste time [Outro: Bobby V] The way I wear your body girl, w-wear your body girl Never wanna take you off I'm fresher than 'em all, fresher-fresher than 'em all When I got you hangin' on my arm