Fantasea
Uh, see her for the first time, and now she say we ball
What she on
Chasin' Millie, cause I know that money talk
I be in the booth, shorty got em moves
Shorty got her hips, so I call her my lil' dancer
Got the sauce no juice, I might sign her boobs
But later when I get home, I'ma give my girl some answers
I'ma cheer her up, I'ma take a trip
Take her to the hills, on her way back hit Atlanta
I like my lean Fruity, so I mix it up with Fanta
Finally got a coupe at 21, but I need it faster
Baby call me daddy, but she know I ain't her father
Baby tryna be with me, you know I take it farther
Take her to the moon, oh, she feelin' all the stardust
Tryna see the stars, she put Molly in her water
Yeah, she tweakin', every single weekend
On my line, and she askin' if we linkin
Richard Millie, want my wrist to talk
See her for the first time, and now she say we ball
Chase a milli, cause I know that money talk
I need me a big Benz, s straight up out the lot
I gotta keep my grass low, cause I ain't gettin' got
Drivin' to Toronto, relaxin', gettin' top
I be in the booth, shorty got em moves
Shorty got her hips, so I call her my lil' dancer
Got the sauce no juice, I might sign her boobs
But later when I get home, I'ma give my girl some answers
I'ma cheer her up, I'ma take a trip
Take her to the hills, on her way back hit Atlanta
I like my lean Fruity, so I mix it up with Fanta
Finally got a coupe at 21, but I need it faster
What she on
Chasin' Millie, cause I know that money talk
I be in the booth, shorty got em moves
Shorty got her hips, so I call her my lil' dancer
Got the sauce no juice, I might sign her boobs
But later when I get home, I'ma give my girl some answers
I'ma cheer her up, I'ma take a trip
Take her to the hills, on her way back hit Atlanta
I like my lean Fruity, so I mix it up with Fanta
Finally got a coupe at 21, but I need it faster
Baby call me daddy, but she know I ain't her father
Baby tryna be with me, you know I take it farther
Take her to the moon, oh, she feelin' all the stardust
Tryna see the stars, she put Molly in her water
Yeah, she tweakin', every single weekend
On my line, and she askin' if we linkin
Richard Millie, want my wrist to talk
See her for the first time, and now she say we ball
Chase a milli, cause I know that money talk
I need me a big Benz, s straight up out the lot
I gotta keep my grass low, cause I ain't gettin' got
Drivin' to Toronto, relaxin', gettin' top
I be in the booth, shorty got em moves
Shorty got her hips, so I call her my lil' dancer
Got the sauce no juice, I might sign her boobs
But later when I get home, I'ma give my girl some answers
I'ma cheer her up, I'ma take a trip
Take her to the hills, on her way back hit Atlanta
I like my lean Fruity, so I mix it up with Fanta
Finally got a coupe at 21, but I need it faster
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Writer(s): Jonathan Scott-lewis
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