'Bout You
I'm rollin round n I'm drivin round but I'm only thinkin bout you
See I'm runnin errands my money spendin tell me why I'm thinkin bout you
Cuz I'm drinkin somethin n i'm dancing slow just know I'm thinkin bout you
So i'm rollin round n i'm drivin round but i'm only thinkin bout you
See I'm runnin errands my money spendin, tell me why I'm thinkin bout you
Cuz i'm drinkin sumthin n i'm dancing slow just know I'm thinkin bout you
Money can't buy love, but a nigga could rent it
They say rules apply, can't tell cuz I bent it
Success on the way, UPS said they sent it
The process of progress got me feelin pregnant
The stress oh this got me suckin on the spliff
This mess on my desk to my neck I'm bout to flip
Sometimes I feel creepin'
Some days I feel like leavin you
Some bitches steady plottin'
Tryna drive me off the deep end, ooh I'm layin back and I'm fallin back
But I still be frontin on you
If the mood is right and the vibe is light
I might could probably come through
If the kitty slippery and we got history
Then you might could maybe slide through
Bitch don't bring me misery
Gotta keep the mystery
C'mon baby make me miss you
In the mean time, in between time
These photographs will do
I ain't proud to beg, no tears shed
Baby just between me and you
I don't know how I'm supposed to flow on this shit what I'm gonna do
I want the head, the stars, the neck, the cars, the checks, and the moon??? the time I had, thank the lord for makin me cute
You don't have a clue what the fuck I do and my new shit gon shit on you
See I'm runnin errands my money spendin tell me why I'm thinkin bout you
Cuz I'm drinkin somethin n i'm dancing slow just know I'm thinkin bout you
So i'm rollin round n i'm drivin round but i'm only thinkin bout you
See I'm runnin errands my money spendin, tell me why I'm thinkin bout you
Cuz i'm drinkin sumthin n i'm dancing slow just know I'm thinkin bout you
Money can't buy love, but a nigga could rent it
They say rules apply, can't tell cuz I bent it
Success on the way, UPS said they sent it
The process of progress got me feelin pregnant
The stress oh this got me suckin on the spliff
This mess on my desk to my neck I'm bout to flip
Sometimes I feel creepin'
Some days I feel like leavin you
Some bitches steady plottin'
Tryna drive me off the deep end, ooh I'm layin back and I'm fallin back
But I still be frontin on you
If the mood is right and the vibe is light
I might could probably come through
If the kitty slippery and we got history
Then you might could maybe slide through
Bitch don't bring me misery
Gotta keep the mystery
C'mon baby make me miss you
In the mean time, in between time
These photographs will do
I ain't proud to beg, no tears shed
Baby just between me and you
I don't know how I'm supposed to flow on this shit what I'm gonna do
I want the head, the stars, the neck, the cars, the checks, and the moon??? the time I had, thank the lord for makin me cute
You don't have a clue what the fuck I do and my new shit gon shit on you
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Writer(s): Alexander Govenar, Shayna Mchayle
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