Mines (with Ty Dolla $ign, Future & Charlie Wilson)

Pluto, Mustard
(20 summers, nigga)
We got permission to be here, yeah
Yeah, don't think we not bad, we just
We're hood n- and b- (yeah, we know)
We gon'
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

She can't be my bitch 'cause she's done put on all the new designers
Emilio Pucci, Emilio Pucci and diamonds
Do whatever I say, do whatever I say, like Simon
Audemars and credit cards when it's perfect timin'

Now that nigga get his one love, she know I'm grindin'
Gotta buy my bitch a foreign car, new Ferrari
Bitches shoppin' South of France, yeah, she was flyest
Bottega, purple leather, put her on gang, she'll tell you

How you know she's the one?
You know when you know, you know you gotta be ready (Pluto)
Change the forecast, I just made it rain baguettes (that's what you ride)
Stars in the ceilin', transport you to the jetty (you're too much of a vibe)
I ain't tryna share you with nobody, with nobody

That's mine, all mine
All mine
So I put her in designer, so the world know that's mine
That's mine, all mine (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All mine, all mine (ooh, yeah)

I wanna show you out to the world, baby
We're on vacation on a yacht, I sex you crazy
I spent a check-up in a Hermès, it ain't trickin'
Bought you the Birkin and the Kelly, got me simpin'

Just to show 'em you're mine and nobody else's
Just to show you how special that you are to me, yeah
Just to show you 'em you're mine, yeah, yeah, yeah
That you're mine
Uncle Charlie, help me out (yeah, oh, yeah, yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah

That's mine (that's all mine)
All mine
So I put her in designer, so the world knows that's mine
That's mine (ooh-wee), all mine (yeah, yeah)
All mine (yeah), all mine (oh, ooh-wee, ooh, yeah)

Ooh-wee, yeah, oh
Shabba-dabba, twee, twee, twee
Oh, yeah, oh-wee, yeah, yeah
Shabba-dabba, twee, twee, twee
Yeah, oh, oh, yeah, ooh-wee

Whatever you want
Whatever you want
Whatever you want
Whatever you want
Whatever you want

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
At the tone, please record your message
I don't know what the fuck you've been on lately
But let me tell you somethin'
I do too much for your stupid ass, for you to be treatin' me like this
And if I find out you fuckin' cheatin' on me
I'm leavin' your ass, and I'm not comin' back
All it take is one bad decision