[Rhyval: Intro] Whats your intentions Dolled up dont need man, got on everything To raise a mans attention Eyes stoned, medusa She look at you like the rock Playin with that goose, get stuck with a duck Couple shots to the top, to get caught [Party Next Door: Verse (x2)] Faded, swear to God I'm faded My b* educated, had her clients pay the payment She don't need a damn thing my b* look like Tammy Toe Hit the strip like every week plus we burn up half a note This that life that got no limits, my b's will never be pimped out Condo out in countage like that n* from New Orleans I'm the n* from the set though Block been hot since get go Makin' money n***a, makin' money since umbilical I'm still ridin down Centennial Real n* know where the real strip be Real n* know what the real hit be Real n* know what the real lit read And if it all goes down, she down for me And if it all goes down, I'll probably make a mil with her Probably make a mil with her (x4) [Rhyval: Outro] Let me feel your medulla oblongata wtih this blah Cause we talkin that nada My dream girl show me facades k**a with the convo make her say ich liebe dich Thats a holla-caust Her chest is imported, yea thats over c's Said that she like me but she love the thugs These mini hood rats looking for crooks with castles Thats shoulder shrugs Met a girl with more than all the above You can lust if you must , i dont cuff My woman never sus Yours usually be sushi ,yuck