France
Took a bitch to France
Aye
To make her dance
Yeah she like how I throw bands
Woah
Now where's her mans
Do you I think really care tho
When she fuck me in the backseat I'm like damn hoe
Damn hoe
Yuh
Took a bitch to France
Aye
To make her dance
Yeah she like how I throw bands
Woah
Now where's her mans
Do you I think really care tho
When she fuck me in the backseat I'm like damn hoe
Damn hoe
Fuck me in the backseat of a Bentley
Told I don't want no friends no I'm not friendly
But you can slide
Come here and kiss me
Let me hit it slow
Baby imma make you miss me
How I beat it think I'm Michael in the nineties
Baby looking fine in some tight Levi jeans
Berkin bag
Get it just to match
Fendi that
Baby blow some racks
Chase the bag
Lil bitch I'm not attached
But don't be sad
Give this shit a chance
Don't be sad
Only us out here in France
Don't be sad
Promise I can make this last
Took a bitch to France
Aye
To make her dance
Yeah she like how I throw bands
Woah
Now where's her mans
Do you I think really care tho
When she fuck me in the backseat I'm like damn hoe
Damn hoe
Yuh
Took a bitch to France
Aye
To make her dance
Yeah she like how I throw bands
Woah
Now where's her mans
Do you I think really care tho
When she fuck me in the backseat I'm like damn hoe
Damn hoe
I am not smooth
Told lil biddy eat me up
Then i disappear
I told Scotty to beam me up
Now her mans mad
And he wanna beat me up
Mmmm
Uh beat me up
But I'm not interested
In myself yeah I invested
Now your relationship's infested
By me
Ask your girl
What she see
Mm
When she sleep
In her dream
She see me
Mm
I believe
She belong
To the streets
Mm
I might pick her up
Then I throw her back out
But before that
Had to blow her back out
Then it's back to making money, stash shit in the trap house
Took a bitch to France
Aye
To make her dance
Yeah she like how I throw bands
Woah
Now where's her mans
Do you I think really care tho
When she fuck me in the backseat I'm like damn hoe
Damn hoe
Yuh
Took a bitch to France
Aye
To make her dance
Yeah she like how I throw bands
Woah
Now where's her mans
Do you I think really care tho
When she fuck me in the backseat I'm like damn hoe
Damn hoe
Aye
To make her dance
Yeah she like how I throw bands
Woah
Now where's her mans
Do you I think really care tho
When she fuck me in the backseat I'm like damn hoe
Damn hoe
Yuh
Took a bitch to France
Aye
To make her dance
Yeah she like how I throw bands
Woah
Now where's her mans
Do you I think really care tho
When she fuck me in the backseat I'm like damn hoe
Damn hoe
Fuck me in the backseat of a Bentley
Told I don't want no friends no I'm not friendly
But you can slide
Come here and kiss me
Let me hit it slow
Baby imma make you miss me
How I beat it think I'm Michael in the nineties
Baby looking fine in some tight Levi jeans
Berkin bag
Get it just to match
Fendi that
Baby blow some racks
Chase the bag
Lil bitch I'm not attached
But don't be sad
Give this shit a chance
Don't be sad
Only us out here in France
Don't be sad
Promise I can make this last
Took a bitch to France
Aye
To make her dance
Yeah she like how I throw bands
Woah
Now where's her mans
Do you I think really care tho
When she fuck me in the backseat I'm like damn hoe
Damn hoe
Yuh
Took a bitch to France
Aye
To make her dance
Yeah she like how I throw bands
Woah
Now where's her mans
Do you I think really care tho
When she fuck me in the backseat I'm like damn hoe
Damn hoe
I am not smooth
Told lil biddy eat me up
Then i disappear
I told Scotty to beam me up
Now her mans mad
And he wanna beat me up
Mmmm
Uh beat me up
But I'm not interested
In myself yeah I invested
Now your relationship's infested
By me
Ask your girl
What she see
Mm
When she sleep
In her dream
She see me
Mm
I believe
She belong
To the streets
Mm
I might pick her up
Then I throw her back out
But before that
Had to blow her back out
Then it's back to making money, stash shit in the trap house
Took a bitch to France
Aye
To make her dance
Yeah she like how I throw bands
Woah
Now where's her mans
Do you I think really care tho
When she fuck me in the backseat I'm like damn hoe
Damn hoe
Yuh
Took a bitch to France
Aye
To make her dance
Yeah she like how I throw bands
Woah
Now where's her mans
Do you I think really care tho
When she fuck me in the backseat I'm like damn hoe
Damn hoe
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Writer(s): Isak Isaksson
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