Passports

We got that kind of lovin that lovers can be
And you recognize the real inside of me
If I didn't have a you where would I be
Where would I... tell me where would I be
Where would I be
Where would I be

First class, on to giza uh
Girl you know that I see ya yeah
Ig, hatin on hoes
I can not fuck with them either. no
Treatin you like a queen, queen
And our palace like Caesars yeah
White girl, yeah, yeah. yeah
But that ass need a visa. so
Keepin our friends on a need to know, watchin our story
See I-I don't ca-are, bout none of them dudes before me. nah
Life can be a beach... take you down to Venice
Yeah we on vacation, but lil mama let's get down to business. put in work
Nothing coming between us like a interlude
Yeah we on vacation, with mimosas on the intertube
Ain't gon stop till you see the whole world
Tell me where would I be
Without my baby girl

We got that kind of lovin that lovers can be
And you recognize the real inside of me
If I didn't have a you where would I be
Where would I... tell me where would I be
Where would I be
Where would I be

Pari, oh my lord you looking good
Got that Eiffel tower power but she say she from the hood
Livin the island life. palm trees and a carona
Bettin on some Sports, and my homie hit a homer. Yeah
Post office passports, that's hella stamps
I'm on the ferry to Barbados and it's hella cramped
I need some space, aye, but not from you babe
Hit me anyday, and you know I'm on the way aye yeah
Prague, rome, man it's feelin like home
I got the penthouse for my dogs, that's just throwin a bone
I ain't gone stop, stop. till they see the whole world
Tell me where would I be without my baby girl

We got that kind of lovin that lovers can be
And you recognize the real inside of me
If I didn't have a you where would I be
Where would I... tell me where would I be
Where would I be
Where would I be