bmo (feat. VivaGotMadLuv)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's mad love, uh
Yeah
It's really something about her
Yeah
Let me tell you about her
Look
Okay, she chocolate
This ain't no Redbone, we got love Jones
We just smoke weed
Kick it and get our grub on
We don't really hit the club, no
Unless that club paying dollars
Baby, they try to holla at you
Cause you the baddest
You everywhere that bag is
And you ain't taking shit
You ain't carrying no baggage
Look, ain't nobody perfect, girl
But you beautiful
Picture perfect how I like you
Now, girl, I'm into you for you
Your natural beauty, girl, you the truth
Take you down like Chris Brown
Right here, inside this booth
To tell the truth, shooters shoot
I can never ever lose
But keep it real baby girl
You know you got the juice
Break me off, girl
I just wanna chill with you tonight
Be with you tonight
Do the things you like
Break me off, girl
Hold up, wait a minute
Might fly you from the Carolinas to Mississippi
She said, I got that juice
Turned her to Jada Pinkett
Come get entangled with me, yeah
Cause girl, you got me by a string
I might just buy you a ring
And all kinds of expensive things, yeah
She said she wanna Birkin, Birkin, Birk
Her ex-man is lurking, lurking, lurk
It's time to close the curtains, curtains, curtains
You gotta cut that nigga off
For real
Break it off
It's mad love, uh
Yeah
It's really something about her
Yeah
Let me tell you about her
Look
Okay, she chocolate
This ain't no Redbone, we got love Jones
We just smoke weed
Kick it and get our grub on
We don't really hit the club, no
Unless that club paying dollars
Baby, they try to holla at you
Cause you the baddest
You everywhere that bag is
And you ain't taking shit
You ain't carrying no baggage
Look, ain't nobody perfect, girl
But you beautiful
Picture perfect how I like you
Now, girl, I'm into you for you
Your natural beauty, girl, you the truth
Take you down like Chris Brown
Right here, inside this booth
To tell the truth, shooters shoot
I can never ever lose
But keep it real baby girl
You know you got the juice
Break me off, girl
I just wanna chill with you tonight
Be with you tonight
Do the things you like
Break me off, girl
Hold up, wait a minute
Might fly you from the Carolinas to Mississippi
She said, I got that juice
Turned her to Jada Pinkett
Come get entangled with me, yeah
Cause girl, you got me by a string
I might just buy you a ring
And all kinds of expensive things, yeah
She said she wanna Birkin, Birkin, Birk
Her ex-man is lurking, lurking, lurk
It's time to close the curtains, curtains, curtains
You gotta cut that nigga off
For real
Break it off
Credits
Writer(s): Devontrae Williams
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