Body

S to the P
Ay, ay
Don Corleone
Migos and Sean Paul in the buildin'
Mally mall
And you know we smoke blunts to the face
Migos
Everybody sayin' up up away

My girl, got the body where ya got cred more than bout a billion
Ay, ay
Just wanna feel ya
Ay, ay
And get familiar, ay
The body where ya got cred more than bout a trillion
I just wanna feel ya
Oh
Wanna steal ya, girl

All set!
She gorgeous (Gorgeous), I'ma pay her mortgage (mortgage)
I'ma buy you Christian Louboutin you can't afford it (Louboutin)
Take you on a trip cause I know that your nigga borin' (Borin')
Christian Dior scrapin' on the floor when we boardin' (boardin')
Her booty roll and she go slow motion, I stroke it (Woah)
There's somethin' bout you, you know you special, you golden (Special)
Smoking gas like I'm Willy Nelson in Belgium (Ga')
Like the handyman with the hammer, I nailed it (Ay)
Come and ride with a G, fly than a feather (Ride)
Hit it from the back, I'm bussin' like Berettas (Nah)
Pulled up in my Lamborghini when I met her (Skrrt)
Your nigga kept on cheatin' and I know you fed up (Woah)
If you wanna keep your lady, better keep your bread up (Cash)
I had her in my mansion, told her put her leg up (Smash)
Paid the bill, wrapped her in Chanel from her head up (Chanel)
Girl, you're just like an angel, did you come from heaven?

You keep it hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love how ya turn up and ya give me the pose
Hot, hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love how ya turn up and ya give me the pose
My girl, mek me tek ya 'pon an evening cruise
Tell ya say ya just can't lose
Giddy up, giddy up baby girl
Don't get confused

Beca' the body whe ya got worth more than bout a billion
Ay, ay
Just wanna feel ya
Ay, ay
And get familiar, ay
The body whe ya got worth more than bout a trillion
I just wanna feel ya
Yeah, yeah
Wanna steal ya, girl

The way that you're talkin'
I figured, girl, you look familiar (Huh?)
Live in luxury, babe
We not regular civilians
I'm a superhero, but once a villain wanting the millions
Got them notice every time that we in the buildin' (Ay)
Walkin' in with them Balmains, out in the sun
And I fathered all you niggas 'cause rappers, y'all my sons
Don't care that if they catchin' you, you gon' be number one
Came from the bum, servin' crumb
Fuckin' bitches stallions

Ay, ay
Hundreds of bottles and beautiful models (Hunnids)
I wanna sing to her, Quavo Sinatra (Brr)
She know that I'm young but she lovin' my posture (Ay)
She told me get rid of my chicks on my roster (Woo)
Okay, okay, okay (Okay)
It's cool, girl, whatever you say (Whatever you say)
She catch a body 'cause she have a AK (Rah, rah, rah)
She catch a body 'cause she have a AK (Pop, pop, pop)
And she won't sell work
She gon' ride against the world 'cause that's my girl (Skrt)
Céline bag was her dream bag (Dream)
When she woke up in the mornin', let her seen that

Hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love how ya tun up and ah give me the pose
Hot, hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love how ya tun up and ah give me the pose
My girl, mek me tek ya 'pon an evening cruise
Tell ya say ya just can't lose
Giddy up, giddy up baby girl
Don't get confused

Because the body whe ya got cred more than bout a billion
Ay, ay
Just wanna feel ya
Ay, ay
And get familiar, ay
The body whe' ya got cred more than bout a trillion
I just wanna feel ya
Yeah, yeah
I wanna steal ya, girl