Lake
Huh Chase
Yea Im chase
Wait
Let me get a hunnid, let me get a 50, She want me some more, yeah
Open up that door, Came in with that 4.5
You won't breath no more, Brand new Glock I'm certified
Cook up dope like stir fry, You want beef like stir fry
Cook up in the ouu, Brand new Maserati, I just copped it for my ouu
Baby mama trippin', I had to buy her some new lubin
She just want my money, I had to buy that bih a cuban
Yeah, what's up, what's up, walk in the building, it's up
Look at me wrong imma buss (pow)
None of my niggas gon' buck, Nigga you ran out of luck
Choppa on me, keep it tucked
Put it god and it's stuck (whoa)
Niggas don't want it, it's up whoa, Niggas don't want it, its up yo
We got that choppa on me, And I put that bih all in the trunk whoa
Body slammin', niggas right on the ground and it feel like a dunk whoa
Niggas talkin like he with it, I'm with it, he build like a punk whoa
Wait, okay, okay, okay, okay
My diamonds, they wet like lake, huh
She want me, all over her face, huh
Ya bih, she want a taste, huh
But this ain't hibachi, come to the party
I want your body, I want your body, your body, your body
I want your body, your body, your
For free, don't charge me no little fee
I want your body, baby
I hoping you know me
Diamonds, they wet like lake
I really said it once
Ill say it again, yeah
Yea Im chase
Wait
Let me get a hunnid, let me get a 50, She want me some more, yeah
Open up that door, Came in with that 4.5
You won't breath no more, Brand new Glock I'm certified
Cook up dope like stir fry, You want beef like stir fry
Cook up in the ouu, Brand new Maserati, I just copped it for my ouu
Baby mama trippin', I had to buy her some new lubin
She just want my money, I had to buy that bih a cuban
Yeah, what's up, what's up, walk in the building, it's up
Look at me wrong imma buss (pow)
None of my niggas gon' buck, Nigga you ran out of luck
Choppa on me, keep it tucked
Put it god and it's stuck (whoa)
Niggas don't want it, it's up whoa, Niggas don't want it, its up yo
We got that choppa on me, And I put that bih all in the trunk whoa
Body slammin', niggas right on the ground and it feel like a dunk whoa
Niggas talkin like he with it, I'm with it, he build like a punk whoa
Wait, okay, okay, okay, okay
My diamonds, they wet like lake, huh
She want me, all over her face, huh
Ya bih, she want a taste, huh
But this ain't hibachi, come to the party
I want your body, I want your body, your body, your body
I want your body, your body, your
For free, don't charge me no little fee
I want your body, baby
I hoping you know me
Diamonds, they wet like lake
I really said it once
Ill say it again, yeah
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Writer(s): Desmond Artis
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