Simple
Hello?
Right now sound
Hitmaka
Baby girl, just make it simple
I don't want no maybe
I just wanna make it simple
I don't want no maybe
Baby girl, just make it simple
Don't want a maybe, oh
I just wanna make it simple
No maybe
Riding me like she ride the beat
Top double G, Chanel on her feet
Ghost ride the Wraith, house on my name
Hotel on my wrist, that be that Patek, yeah
Blow 100 bands 'cause I f– with it
Pull up in the Benz 'cause I f– with that b–
Living thug life 'cause that sh– chose me
Gh-gh-ghost all white and your b– in here with me
Ayy, baby girl, just make it simple
I don't want no maybe
I just wanna make it simple
I don't want no maybe
Baby girl, just make it simple
Don't want a maybe, oh
I just wanna make it simple
No maybe
Oh, you love Dolla or not, mmm
Hmm, oh, we f–ing or not?
Bottom line, I just need me some top, mmm
Pull up in the Uber, you might leave in the drop, ooh
Pretty b– named Lexus
Hit her in the dressing room at Saks Fifth
I like that, double tapped it
Had her doing backflips on the mattress
I just showed her
Ayy, baby girl, just make it simple (ayy, make it simple, shawty)
I don't want no maybe (I am)
I just wanna make it simple (yeah)
I don't want no maybe (yeah)
Baby girl, just make it simple (I am)
Don't want a maybe, oh (Gotti)
I just wanna make it simple
No maybe
We don't gotta make it complex, old school on Sunset
Tryna leave my street life but huh, I done done it
Ex b– left, just so she could run back
Say I make her wet when I ask her where my – at
I like her simple with no makeup on
Told her I'm just tryna take her home
Yeah, I f– around and changed her life
I motivate you and I f– you right
Why you overthinking, thinking?
Why you overthinking? Sh–'s simple
Baby, I'm the last real –
She don't f– with rappers, me neither, some income
Livin' life on the edge but we f–in' with a –
Ridin' Presidential, baby, you ain't with no bumper
I got special sauce, baby, I come from Wakanda
My Lambo' a black panther, Dolla $ign and Gotti
It's a new anthem
Baby, you the sh–, Pamper
Ayy, baby girl, just make it simple
I don't want no maybe
I just wanna make it simple
I don't want no maybe
Baby girl, just make it simple
Don't want a maybe, oh
I just wanna make it simple
No maybe
Right now sound
Hitmaka
Baby girl, just make it simple
I don't want no maybe
I just wanna make it simple
I don't want no maybe
Baby girl, just make it simple
Don't want a maybe, oh
I just wanna make it simple
No maybe
Riding me like she ride the beat
Top double G, Chanel on her feet
Ghost ride the Wraith, house on my name
Hotel on my wrist, that be that Patek, yeah
Blow 100 bands 'cause I f– with it
Pull up in the Benz 'cause I f– with that b–
Living thug life 'cause that sh– chose me
Gh-gh-ghost all white and your b– in here with me
Ayy, baby girl, just make it simple
I don't want no maybe
I just wanna make it simple
I don't want no maybe
Baby girl, just make it simple
Don't want a maybe, oh
I just wanna make it simple
No maybe
Oh, you love Dolla or not, mmm
Hmm, oh, we f–ing or not?
Bottom line, I just need me some top, mmm
Pull up in the Uber, you might leave in the drop, ooh
Pretty b– named Lexus
Hit her in the dressing room at Saks Fifth
I like that, double tapped it
Had her doing backflips on the mattress
I just showed her
Ayy, baby girl, just make it simple (ayy, make it simple, shawty)
I don't want no maybe (I am)
I just wanna make it simple (yeah)
I don't want no maybe (yeah)
Baby girl, just make it simple (I am)
Don't want a maybe, oh (Gotti)
I just wanna make it simple
No maybe
We don't gotta make it complex, old school on Sunset
Tryna leave my street life but huh, I done done it
Ex b– left, just so she could run back
Say I make her wet when I ask her where my – at
I like her simple with no makeup on
Told her I'm just tryna take her home
Yeah, I f– around and changed her life
I motivate you and I f– you right
Why you overthinking, thinking?
Why you overthinking? Sh–'s simple
Baby, I'm the last real –
She don't f– with rappers, me neither, some income
Livin' life on the edge but we f–in' with a –
Ridin' Presidential, baby, you ain't with no bumper
I got special sauce, baby, I come from Wakanda
My Lambo' a black panther, Dolla $ign and Gotti
It's a new anthem
Baby, you the sh–, Pamper
Ayy, baby girl, just make it simple
I don't want no maybe
I just wanna make it simple
I don't want no maybe
Baby girl, just make it simple
Don't want a maybe, oh
I just wanna make it simple
No maybe
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Ward, Tyrone William Griffin Jr., Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Samuel David Jimenez
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