What You Sellin

Divine right, I know right? You tell em'
If you act right, I just might buy what you sellin'

What you woulda did if I kissed you on the phone?
Movin' like you tryna dodge a missile sophisticated
I can listen to you with no issue, you fine too
You belong with everybody is you

You don't know what you do to me
You should put your legs round' my neck and be jewelry
I love you when the trash chute nothing above you
The paperboy, don't be here for the money, but it's for you

Divine right, I know right? You tell me
If you act right, I just might buy what you sellin'
(Ooh, yup)

I need you, you need me, who for?
Ay, a young nigga but I'm ready little mama, who you schoolin'?
Ass fat, watch it pop out
Heart attack, want you to make it do the helicopter
You should be with me, 'cause they can't stop us

See us high, huh?
Wearing sundresses, get you knocked up
I'm with the god, baby, they not us
They niggas ain't poppin'
Never been a pick, probably coffee be an option
They need to stop it, I'm being honest

Ballin', trap ev'ry time doin' that Giannis
Doll, ain't got no money like Lil' Baby
I can make you feel like two hunnid in occasion
Now what you sayin'?
Hold on baby, why you playin'?
Jokes up
You know the struggle amazin,' I lift up

Divine right, I know, right? You tell me
If you act right, I just might buy what you sellin'
(Ooh, yup)

I need you, you need me, who you foolin'?
Ay, a young nigga, but I'm ready little mama, who you schoolin'?

(Yup) I need you, you need me, who you foolin'?
Ay, a young nigga, but I'm ready little mama, who you schoolin'? (Uh)



Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Wynn Woods
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