BACCARAT

I was calling you
Because I was thinking about you
I have kind of a thought to rent a house
Maybe two hours outside of Los Angeles
And you can have whatever you want
I cannot wait to see you

Nigga gon' put that bitch on (on, oh-oh)
Big racks and Baccarat got it on me (on me)
I know what this bitch want (want)
Hope your blick' in your pocket, I got it on me (on me, yeah)
Can't play me (play)
Kept shit too solid, can't label with me (ooh, yeah)
Know I got fire, this bitch stay with me (yeah)
Shawty top five, wanna come lay with me (woah, woah, yeah)

If you a real one, this your song (song)
If you a real one, gotta show me (show)
I came from nothing, by my lonely (woah-woah-woah)
Lil' bae, come put that pussy on me (yeah, yeah)
Lil' bae, come put that pussy on me (woah)
Bust it, I'ma beat it 'til the morning (morning)
I can't fuck with niggas, they be corny (woah)
I got choppas that's gon' talk to niggas for me (woah, woah-woah)

Fuck up out my way, I keep my gun on side my waist
I'm just gon' fuck her, I won't chase her
Diamonds busting out the face
She don't wanna leave, I told her, "Shawty, I can't blame you"
Baby Instafamous, pussy bussin' like my chain do (woah, woah-woah, bitch)
That shit look good from them angles (bitch)
This the new one not the same one (bitch)
I can't stay here, I stay dangerous (bitch)
If I fuck, you gon' be famous (woah, woah-woah, bitch)

Nigga gon' put that bitch on (on, oh-oh)
Big racks and Baccarat got it on me (on me)
I know what this bitch want (want)
Hope your blick' in your pocket, I got it on me (on me, yeah)
Can't play me (play)
Kept shit too solid, can't label with me (ooh, yeah)
Know I got fire, this bitch stay with me (yeah)
Shawty top five, wanna come lay with me (woah, oh)



Credits
Writer(s): Bino Rideaux, Justin Bradbury, John Jr.
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