[DeVante' Hall: Verse 1]
She just wait for me to get up in it
Playin' wit her feelings (fillings)
Call me Dentist, girl
That p**y get the drilling
And she get it, on her money chasin millions
And she screamin'
Got her legs up to the ceiling
How's that for a pic, huh?
Throw it back for a n***a (ok, ok)
Although I don't call you
You run my mind like basketball do
Got a basketball a**
With a racquetball cla** too
Can't lie
Couldn't let you pa** through
How i snatched you
Damn, like that shawty?
I f**ed her good but
Then she call forward me
She must got another n***a
All good, I got some b**hes
Don't compare to other n***as, this sh** senseless
I been sort of thinkin' lately
You can be my one and only, lady.. HA!
[DeVante' Hall: Verse 2]
Mercedes baby, come on, let's ride
Girl you fly, have you rode a G5?
Me neither, sh**
I ain't gon lie
But these the things that a Queen need in her life
Real n***a and I need a real wife
Tryna get rich, tryna get right
No dishes, you know we gone dine
Appetize McDonalds fries
With a shake on the side
Now we up in that line
Bet a n***a won't say sh**
If he do, he will take hits
Like, you know I'm known to break sh**, ha
She ugly, she basic
But she got me on her playlist
I guess that makes sense
Now we take lift
Good weed
These them grapes, b**h!