Ooh
Retro my 3s, Saint Laurent shirt
Handle my problems, when they occur
Put her in Prada cause Im proud of her
Drivin a Ghini my hand up her skirt
She asked me, Do you want half of this perc?
She must not know me, I told her, For sure
She pick me up when I be at my worst
Shawty in second place, she put me first
Think Im obsessed, Im on that
I text her back way too fast
Got her truck she aint takin cabs
Make me feel good and she look bad
I dont know how much better she could get
Usin her tongue when she give me a kiss
She be so nasty, I think that she sick
Look in my eyes and she
Nasty, when I shoot she gone catch me, yeah
Happy, it dont take a lot to make her happy, yeah
Ask me, theres nothin that she cant ask me, yeah
Attach me, feelings I get attach me, yeah
Nasty, when I shoot she gone catch me, yeah
Happy, it dont take a lot to make her happy, yeah
Ask me, theres nothin that she cant ask me, yeah
Attach me, feelings I get attach me, yeah
Took long to get her, I love the chase
Backwoods and henny, she love the taste
Her standards aint low but they just ok
Lay in the bed, she can smoke all day
Trust me I could be yo backbone
Ill be the one get yo back blown
Never put you in my bat phone
When I leave, always come back home
Right back to you with brand new blues, yeah
Bitches try to jump her, Im beatin them blue, yeah
I put ice on her neck, Im keepin her cool, yeah
Ima Scorpio, I can get nasty too
Nasty, when I shoot she gone catch me, yeah
Happy, it dont take a lot to make her happy, yeah
Ask me, theres nothin that she cant ask me, yeah
Attach me, feelings I get attach me, yeah
Nasty, when I shoot she gone catch me, yeah
Happy, it dont take a lot to make her happy, yeah
Ask me, theres nothin that she cant ask me, yeah
Attach me, feelings I get attach me, yeah