Tell me whatchu like (woo woo)
But baby, I need you to keep it discreet
They shouldn't know what we do in these sheets
You can't fuck with them if you fucking wit me
Got her on ice (woo)
You know her diamonds they come with 2 V's
My Mona Lisa, she something to see
She acting up then I fuck her to sleep
You know what I like
I be talking my shit but you know I can fight
New buss down no keys to my house
Fresh front too don't pull on my scalp
He be treating me right
I tell him he better talk to me nice
Or don't talk to me twice
My new McLaren pop smoke blue
I bought a chain for my whole crew
Thom Browne sweatsuits got those too
I keep a stick when I roll through
Follow suit
High pursuit
Was on ya body when I saw you
I heard you was bad girl
I wanna know what bad girls do
What's ya name? (Where you from?) What's ya panty size?
Lord knows that she make a nigga fantasize
Baby girl I'm 6'1 I'ma stand up guy
If you stuck wit a clown push ya man aside
She feeling the woo
I stick and move
I got some shit to get her in the mood
I want it my way
She do what I say
She want a baby wit me off the class
Tell me whatchu like (woo woo)
But baby, I need you to keep it discreet
They shouldn't know what we do in these sheets
You can't fuck with them if you fucking wit me
Got her on ice (woo)
You know her diamonds they come with two V's
My Mona Lisa, she something to see
She acting up then I fuck her to sleep
You know what I like
I be talking my shit but you know I can fight
New buss down no keys to my house
Fresh front too don't pull on my scalp
He be treating me right
I tell him he better talk to me nice
Or don't talk to me twice
How niggas be up on my body it's crazy
I gotta block me a hoe on the daily
He said this pussy is wet like the navy
I told em you know my bop like DaBaby
I'm from the Bronx so you know how I'm coming
Dream is the trip, gotta pay me in luggage
Ice on my wrist boy I'm cooler than runnings
I'm fine like a summons I got it but bitches don't want it
He get a attitude when he don't see me
I get this pussy poppin on his beanie
He wanna eat me out that nigga greedy
He wanna fly me out inside Tahiti
He know how I like it, he do whatever to wife it
He good with the head, he a psychic
He talk to you nice, but to me he the nicest
Tell me whatchu like (woo woo)
But baby, I need you to keep it discreet
They shouldn't know what we do in these sheets
You can't fuck with them if you fucking wit me
Got her on ice (woo)
You know her diamonds they come with 2 V's
My Mona Lisa, she something to see
She acting up then I fuck her to sleep
You know what I like
I be talking my shit but you know I can fight
New buss down no keys to my house
Fresh front too don't pull on my scalp
He be treating me right
I tell him he better talk to me nice
Or don't talk to me twice
Writer(s): Jean Claude Olivier, Javaan Anderson, Henry Olisa, Gis Rondeau, Timothy Z. Mosley, Tabatha Robinson, Rahlique Wilks, Sam Barnes, Stephen Ellis Garrett
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Cloud9, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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