Secret Love

Ayy, baby (ooh, Bankhead got them 808s)
I ain't really tryna have everybody in our business
You feel what I'm sayin'?
Like when you be postin' yourself on Instagram and shit, like
Folks try to get in your business
Tell you what they used to know, what I used to do, man, it's just
It gon' cause them that much, some motherfuckin' problems
(Lil' Donald)

I'll go to war with whoever 'bout you (whoever)
Pull a stick, turn to a felon 'bout you ('bout you)
Bring the whole world, I'ma tell 'em 'bout you (I'ma tell 'em)
I don't think nobody better than you (nobody)
I buy you Gucci, Chanel (Chanel)
Got me locked down like a jail (locked down)
We can put gas in the air (gas)
I'll show you real is rare (real)

I put them racks in your life (racks)
Hit that pussy back-to-back every night (back-to-back)
When you need me, I send you a flight (zoom)
All them thirsty-ass bitches need Sprite (thirsty)
Hey, baby, you fly like a kite (yeah)
I got your left if you right (left)
Like a plumber, I'm layin' the pipe (lay it down)
Took your heart, I'm a thief in the night (I'm a thief, ayy)

Ayy, I buy you Gucci to walk in (walk in)
Fuck them lil' bitches who talkin' (talkin')
I'm a boss, you should step in my office (step in my office)
You get paper to make a few copies (copies)
I give you racks for breakfast (racks)
I give you racks for lunch (racks)
I give you racks for dinner (racks)
All of these racks at once (racks)

Got it on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (got it on me)
Got it on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (hot it on me)
Got it on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (got it on me, uh)
Wanna put it on you (tryna put it on you)
Tryna put it on you (uh, Lil' Donald)

I'll go to war with whoever 'bout you (whoever)
Pull a stick, turn to a felon 'bout you ('bout you)
Bring the whole world, I'ma tell 'em 'bout you (I'ma tell 'em)
I don't think nobody better than you (nobody)
I buy you Gucci, Chanel (Chanel)
Got me locked down like a jail (locked down)
We can put gas in the air (gas)
I'll show you real is rare (real)

Look, I put the ice on your neck, ice, ice, ice, baby, yeah (that ice)
I put the dick in your gut, yeah, then I slap you on the butt, yeah
Who like it? Who like it? (Who?)
I like it, you like it (I like it)
Fuck them hoes, you wifey (fuck them hoes)
I have you too icy (too icy)

I let you fuck up some racks in Lenox (fuck up the racks)
Fuck this lil' paper, baby, I got plenty (I got plenty)
I ain't gon' put you out like you no tenant (get out)
I'ma salute you like you a lieutenant (salute)
I serve the trap like Dennis the Menace (Dennis Menace)
I put it in 'fore you finish a sentence (shut up)
Ice and Gatorade got you replenished
I'ma fuck you way more than a minute (Lil' Donald)

Got it on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (got it on me)
Got it on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (got it on me)
Got it on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tryna put it on you (tryna put it on you)
Tryna put it on you (tryna put it on you, Lil' Donald)

I'll go to war with whoever 'bout you (whoever)
Pull a stick, turn to a felon 'bout you ('bout you)
Bring the whole world, I'ma tell 'em 'bout you (I'ma tell 'em)
I don't think nobody better than you (nobody)
I buy you Gucci, Chanel (Chanel)
Got me locked down like a jail (locked down)
We can put gas in the air (gas)
I'll show you real is rare (real)

Got it on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Got it on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Got it on me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tryna put it on you, tryna put it on you



Credits
Writer(s): Sammy Fain, Paul Webster
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