212 Recording - Maybe lyrics

[Verse 1] Ya, i understand it's evidence That it's hard to escape the prism of my residence Baby girl, she look heaven sent But she a history nerd And she like presidents It's so evident Eyes closed, forehead Fold to the sediment, a** up She know that i'm holdin' the elements Lookin' for cheap thrills And she don't want any letter but the E pills And she know i keep bills Keep steel for haters that wantin' me k**ed Thrill ride, b**h i got an ill vibe k** time by poppin' things that are pill sized Took the cap off the bottle and made a notion Like sip this baby girl, that's Moscato I've been known to go full throttle Give it gas and pull models And you might be interested in more follows I looked at her and she said [Chorus] Maybe You don't wanna lay back Hop up inside of this ride This a Maybach Maybe Girl how you gon' say that Try'na take the front seat And lay way back Maybe we should hit the bar My crib it ain't that far So maybe we should hit the car Spend the night with a star I looked at her She said, Maybe [Verse 2] Got the body of a goddess Intelligent girl, you must have went to college Polishin' yo' physique I say that possibly that you's a freak You smile actin' like you ain't hear me speak Baby know we can run it I'm so intoxicated-ly blunted And wanted in different states for things i did for the hundreds But we all got a past b**h don't go judge me Because i'm in notorious spots where lots of thugs be sh**, that's my style The G's influence A player plenty I get wild for cheese Tip the Henny back California kush Got partners out West that send me that You interested in blowin' a twenty sack Cause we can blow it all girl I keep work like how you keep jerks Failin' attempts to get in your skirt I could hurt it if you let me She said, "Cas, boy you s**y but you ain't about to play me So the answer's still" [Chorus] [Verse 3] So what you think you hot sh** Come 'round the club like you was different Lifted above these hoes f** that sh** b**h, i'm pimpin' I ain't worried about these b**hes out here And i ain't stressin' you f** all that smooth talk bullsh** that's impressin' you I'm only worried about two things Undressin' you and puttin' pressure on benches I call it bench pressin' you, blessin' you If you don't recognize Then you out of the line And need to get this f**in' dick on you mind Ho you a dime But i'm a twenty sack Ask me where my twenties at Couldn't even find 'em I got hundreds and yo' money wack Honey back up Out my face in this VIP section When did this become yo' residence It's evident it's not I know that you hot But you never had enough to keep both my eyes locked Girl there's five spots The face, the legs, the titties, the a**, the p**y And if those ain't lookin' good, keep pushin' [Chorus 2] She was like Maybe we should hit the bar Go back to your car if your crib ain't far And i spend the night with a star And you will show me that yo' dick ain't really up to par (x2) And i was like Maybe