[Hook]
I would like to give you all my time
I would like to tell you how much I love you
Since I can’t do none as I’m a liar
Let me spend the rest of my days all alone
Yeah you like to dance, all over my sins
And I make love to you like imma hurt you more
Yeah you like to pray, for all of my sins
When they made me aware of what I’m just for sure, yea
[Pre-Verse]
I’m so lost
Lost
Lost
Lost
[Verse 1]
I try to step back from the 3ein all on me
I got one foot in the grave, my fist in her punani
Living like it didn’t happen ‘till it fires back at me
I know I’ll probably end up in Cubana sleeping by the beach
But all I wanted was some peaches, marijuana and a casa para mom
All I wanted was the simple truth, no lie
All it did just hurt me more
Now I ain’t got time for your pussy
Time for them hoes
Time for the simple things I turned down before
No time for your pussy
Time only knows
Time never runs
But homie time never stops to dance
All over my sins
And I make love to you like imma hurt you more
Yeah you like to pray, for all of my sins
When they made me aware of what I’m just for sure, yea
[Pre-Verse]
I’m so lost
So Lost
So Lost
So Lost
So Lost
So Lost
[Verse 2]
You can sleep on the problem
You can search on my way
It’s buried in the mind, don’t try to read my face
You do not understand, it’s better anyway
Writing for the cure, need stacks and a ceiling
And since you want me to stay
And now want me to play with your feelings
Doomed to be ‘lone again
As long as I got my TLM
[Hook]
I would like to give you all my time
I would like to tell you how much I love you
Since I can’t do none as I’m a liar
Let me spend the rest of my days all alone

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
I’ve been looking for a BM
‘Bout to see this boy slide, that’s a DM
Yeah, got into her DM (ayy)
And I started lining up for the PM, baby (woah)
I need a one, two, three-some
I need a girl to throw it back like a refund, I don’t mind
Feel that beat (that beat), baby
Bounce that ass and I’m grabbing it like a rebound
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
‘Cause I want a fatty on me
‘Cause I keep a Magnum on me
Don’t mind, take your time on me
Late night, rub that ass on me, girl
Where you at? You gotta feel that beat
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
Another one
I wanna rock with you
DJ Khaled! I’m right behind ya, yeah
And tell them other niggas don’t bother (yeah)
‘Cause I’ma love you all night, yeah, I swear, yeah (oh)
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Good morning, my moses
French toast and French kiss is what I want
Yeah, Folgers, stay over
Sweat pants and hair up in a pony, ha
You know I love that fresh face, ooh, woah
Up in that bag, already packed
Bring that ass over to my place (ow!)
Bring that ass to my place, come on (ooh, hoo)
My house, place, place
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)
[Outro: Michael Jackson]
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
Share that beat of love
I wanna rock with you [Intro: Michael Jackson & DJ Khaled]
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
We the Best Music! I’m tryna find ya (yep)
I hope them other fellas nevermind ya, yeah, yeah
So I can pull down your blinds, girl, I swear
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
And my pad on the East Side, B side
Now you down like a beach towel
I, want the breakfast in bed
Body soft like butter spread, girl, you a snack (yikes!)
Got that bass in your trunk (oh!)
And two Chevy’s side to side (woo)
We can ride all night, ’cause I’m all papers now
[Pre-Chorus 2: Chris Brown]
I need a fatty on me
I keep a Magnum on me
Don’t pack 24 karats
Really, I’m all in it, girl (hey)
Where you at?

[Verse 1]
Every butterfly I get belongs to you
You don’t believe me but it’s true
Show the freckles arms, spell out your name
Real feelings coming through
[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause all I know and all I am is you
Yeah all I know and all I am is you
I’m breaking my silence
‘Cause I’ve had a few
I just can’t deny it
That all I know and all I am is you
[Chorus]
Every time I think I’m falling
I know you’re falling too
There’s no doubt you’re all in
If you ever think you’re falling
You know I’ll catch you too
‘Cause all I am is you
[Verse 2]
Every daydream I have start and ends with you
I wanna play it one more time
When I need an alibi, you’re my perfect excuse
You are always on my side
[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause all I know and all I am is you
I’m breaking my silence
‘Cause I’ve had a few
I just can’t deny it
That all I know and all I am is you
[Chorus]
Every time I think I’m falling
I know you’re falling too
There’s no doubt you’re all in
If you ever think you’re falling
You know I’ll catch you too
All I am is you
[Bridge]
It feels like I’m miles away
You bring me back home again
You hold me through my mistakes
Let go as we start again
You’re a habit I’ll never break
No no, no no, no
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m breaking my silence
‘Cause I’ve had a few
I just can’t deny it (oh, no)
That all I know and all I am is you
[Chorus]
Every time I think I’m falling
I know you’re falling too
There’s no doubt you’re all in
If you ever think you’re falling
You know I’ll catch you too
All I am, oh
‘Cause all I know and all I am is you
Yeah all I know and all I am is you
‘Cause all I know and all I am is you

What if I’ve been missing all the writing on the wall? We stay, we go
What if I told you I like you? [Verse 2: Johnny Orlando]
I hear everything they saying, saying ’bout us
It’s not about right or wrong, it’s about what we love
Would it be simple or would it be too complicated? Am I really crazy thinking ’bout this all together? I like you
What if I told you I like you? We stay, we go
What if I told you I like you? We stay, we go
What if I told you I like you? What if I told you I like you? [Pre-Chorus: Johnny Orlando]
What if a tomorrow means that we are here together? What if we are taking chances just to loose it all? I know, you know
What if I told you I like you? I know, you know
What if I told you I like you? [Outro: Johnny Orlando]
Let’s talk about all the things we shouldn’t talk about. [Bridge: Johnny Orlando]
What if I say
I know, you know
What if I told you I like you? [Verse 1: Johnny Orlando]
Let’s talk about all the things that we shouldn’t talk about
Those kind of words that will change all the things we talk about
Tell me do you ever think of us? Should I ask for more or should I stop? Am I really crazy thinking ’bout this all together? We stay, we go
We stay, we go
What if I told you I like you? [Chorus: Johnny Orlando]
What if I say
I know, you know
What if I told you I like you? What if I told you I like you? What if I’ve been missing the writing on the wall? Should I keep going or maybe it’s better to stop? We stay, we go
What if I told you I like you? We stay, we go
What if I told you I like you? [Pre-Chorus: Johnny Orlando]
What if a tomorrow means that we are here together? What if I told you I like you? What if we are taking chances just to lose it all? [Chorus: Johnny Orlando]
What if I say
I know, you know
What if I told you I like you? I know, you know
What if I told you I like you? We stay, we go
What if I told you I like you?

(South Side)
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly
I gotta let you know, the way
I gotta let you know, the way
I’m gonna take it all and clean it
I’m gonna take it all and spend it
(South Side)
[Verse 1: Swae Lee & DJ Screw]
And that’s all I’ve been sayin’
(South Side)
If you fall for the games then you’re the one playin’
Because it’s too much money out here
And there’s too many honeys out here
Feel like a trip off the drank, that’s weird
Feel like a trip off the drank, that’s weird
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly
Oh my God, I just can feel the love
Drop top with the windows up
Jump inside, oh won’t you roll with us? Tell me what you want
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly, yeah
I just took a four to the head like “mane”
Drop the top on the slab, like “mane”
Off the top of the dome like “mane”
Nothin’ beatin’ home like “mane”
And the Screw tapes on like “mane”
I go Pimp C on the phone like “mane”
Flip side platinum don’t do chrome like “mane”
Had the south side fade, now let the braids hang
This shit S.U.C smooth like “mane”
Rest in peace, Screw, like “mane”
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly
Oh my God, I just can feel the love
Drop top with the windows up
[Outro: Travis Scott]
Screw found international sound because…
…throughout the South, and it’s new to um…
Shawty got a thing for us [Intro: DJ Screw, Swae Lee & Travis Scott]
Ya’ know? Make the devil bite the angel dust
Shawty, shawty, please
Shawty would you go? Shawty what you like?

And can you ever see it comin’ back? Is it too long since the last open conversation you had? Oh no
And did you see the void in the past? Well, can you always be a step ahead of it for me? Is it a coat of old paint that’s peelin’ every day against our will? [Intro]
This is the rewatch, the hot pockets, the fritters, the missiles, the humans, all gathered in secrecy
And flying high as a kite
[Pre-Chorus: Phillip Bailey & Kid Cudi]
Hmm-hmm
Just know what this about
Hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm
Palm trees, oceans, fresh air that can break your heart
[Chorus: Phillip Bailey & Kid Cudi]
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That’s not who you are
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That’s just not your job
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God, God
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Ride for it every night
Visions and these angles tight
Truth be told, I never try
Diamonds are the wife of life
All three Rollies look alike
After two you get a hook-up price
Stripper never worked a nine-to-five
Delta and I ship it overnight
Stop tryna be God almighty
Fuck the money, never leave your people behind, yeah
It’s never love, no matter what you try
Still can see it comin’ down your eyes
[Refrain: Travis Scott]
‘Cause they did not create commandments (ooh-ooh)
When you hustle, always make it fancy (ooh-ooh)
The signal’s far from what you can be (ooh-ooh)
‘Cause air traffic controls the landing
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
[Chorus: Phillip Bailey & Kid Cudi]
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That’s not who you are
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That’s just not your job
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God, God
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Stop tryna play God almighty
Always keep your circle tight
I been wantin’ shit my whole life
I wanted you bad, not tryna play God tonight
If I love her I’ma pass her one
First rule of war, you find an act of one
You can’t win a trophy or a plaque off her
But never turn your back on her
[Refrain: Travis Scott]
‘Cause they did not create commandments
When you hustle, always make it fancy
The signal’s far from what you can be
‘Cause air traffic controls the landing
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
You won’t succeed tryna learn me
Stick to the roads in my journey
Stay out of court when you got the attorney
She say she love ’em, want to really burn me
[Chorus: Phillip Bailey & Kid Cudi]
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That’s not who you are
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That’s just not your job
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God, God
[Bridge: James Blake]
Is it the complex of the saint that’s keepin’ you so, so still? [Outro: James Blake & Stevie Wonder]
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
That it? Well, can you always be a step ahead of it for me?

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah) What’s that smell? [Outro: Sheck Wes]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin’ in this bitch heavy
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
They know me when they see me, nigga, ahhh! Hand me the H, I’ll sell
She said “I got it, nigga”
I said “I ain’t gon’ tell”
Buy it by the pound so it ain’t no scale
I’m sick of the drank (the drankin’)
The flippin’ of paint (paint, yeah)
Grippin’ the grain (grain, yeah)
Whipping Wu-Tang (Wu-Tang, yeah)
My niggas gon’ flame (bang, yeah)
Bitch, I’m with gang (gang, yeah)
Got your bitch on the plane
[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain’t no flight plans
Can’t believe whatever I’m seeing
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Sheck Wes]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)
[Segue: Juice WRLD]
The party never ends
[Chorus: Sheck Wes & Juice WRLD]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)
The party never ends
[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
Family function, ain’t no friends
Had a line around my ends
Turned ’em into Ms
Why you tryna make amends? It’s heaven-scent
Like I drop shit out the wind
Dodgin’ hella sins
I can’t go back there again
Now the dogs ain’t civilized
Take the one, feel vilified
You can’t see my suns
Like the light don’t hit this eye
In the function and I’m fried
It’s the drop is not a drop
When they open wide
It’s a ride, right? [Intro: Juice WRLD]
The party never ends
In a motel, laying with my sins, yeah
I’m tryna get revenge
You’ll be all out of love in the end
[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain’t no flight plans
Can’t believe whatever I’m seeing
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Sheck Wes]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)
[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
The party never ends
In a motel, laying with my sins, yeah
I’m tryna get revenge
You’ll be all out of love in the end
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Bicentennial men
Put the city on slam
She get trippy off Xans
Lost 21 grams
And she did it on cam
Weren’t no video dance
Make my own rules
I really don’t pick, I just choose
I don’t send pics, I just shoot
Chopper gettin’ screwed
I told her it’s B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own booze
Put it on God, he the one who put me on top
Can’t be put in a box, gotta move on the opps
Never got the move on the drop
Niggas tryna move on the Scott and move that deep
Tryna run down, shit’s deep
Gotta act a fool with the squad
Next city, no sleep, back to the 713
[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain’t no flight plans
Can’t believe whatever I’m seeing
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Sheck Wes]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Heartbreak hotel, bet you can’t take no L’s
Plug like AOL, who say that I ain’t gon’ sell?

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
I don’t wanna wake up
I want you spread out on the sheets
Said her pussy so good
And her pussy so sweet
I don’t wanna wake up
I want it flowing through my streams
Getting me hot
Under my feet
I don’t wanna wake up
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Please don’t wake me up, I feel it creeping (yeah)
Controlling how you moving, lucid dreaming (dreams)
Always on the side of different seasons, yeah, yeah
Took the belt-way down to your hood
Say you was in the crowd, I never looked
Looking back how things came back around
Guess I was hooked
Burn the bread and then we burn the town
We both was cooked, yeah
Nah, nah, please don’t wake me up, feel like I’m dreamin’
Any given Sunday, you can get it, Willie Beamon
I can make your Mondays even better like the weekend
That’s my coco out my ice tea (coco, yeah, yeah)
Bend her over for some piping (it’s lit!)
Bust a cloud, shoot the lightning (pop it)
Pop it now, no, we can’t sleep
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I don’t wanna wake up (yeah)
Want you spread out on the sheets (it’s lit!)
Say, pussy so good (pop it)
Oh, pussy so sweet (yeah)
When I wake up (yeah, yeah)
Wanna drop top on the beach (straight up)
Getting me high, yeah (yeah)
Under my feet
When I wake up
[Verse 2: The Weeknd]
You decide if I live or die
When you’re close, I’m alive, I can feel the sky
I just want your body close to me (oh)
And if I OD
I’ll be alone with no heartbeat
I hold the hills with a coast in the Lambo
And the doors going up, suicide
[Chorus: The Weeknd]
I don’t wanna wake up (I don’t wanna wake up)
I want you spread out on the sheets (want you spread out on the sheets)
‘Cause that pussy so good (pussy so good)
Girl, that pussy so sweet (pussy so sweet)
I don’t wanna wake up (I don’t wanna wake up)
I want it flowing through my streams (want it flowing through my streams)
Ha, getting me hot (getting me hot)
Oh, under my feet (under my feet)
I don’t wanna wake up (yeah)

All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for, mm
[Verse 1]
Who that creepin’? Met somebody baby mama inside of the VIP
While I’m tryna tip
Shawty said she holding, got a razor in her lip
Mix my cup and twist one up, I love that ratchet shit
She like “I-I-Iced out wrist, iced out, iced out wrist” (iced out wrist)
Fuck don’t kiss, fuck, she fuck don’t kiss (mwah)
Look like friends, but she say they twins (twins)
Jump right in, there’s leg room in this Benz (leg room in this Benz)
Ten miles to the crib, you know that’s deep (deep, yeah)
I think there’s someone out there watching me, yeah
[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? [Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? Before you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah, Jack)
All that out your new shit, that ain’t called for (yah)
[Outro]
Who’s that creeping through my window? (yah)
All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for (yah)
[Verse 2]
Who the fuck is this? Before you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more Know the tint is dark (five percent)
All that fall-in-love shit, got it Kevin Hart (yeah, yeah)
All that speed and fly shit, we might teleport, yuh (skrr, skrr)
All that cop a rack shit, I might clip a sarge, yuh (twelve)
Keep bouncin’ that ass, you just might get award, yeah
If she bad, she get a pass into the tour (passes yeah)
I pick through the family, grab the bad sister like Janet
Opps outside, don’t panic
Gotta switch, gotta change up transit
Still jump around, move antsy
And I still don’t like shit fancy
Up late feelin’ real chancy
They outside really tryna end me, yeah
[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window)
Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though (yah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (eah)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (my window, who?)
Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though (yeah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (lick)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for?

yah!)
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Three main bitches thinkin’ they my main bitch (21, 21)
Hit the club and swap the hoes I came with (straight up, straight up)
Don’t you come outside, we on that gang shit (straight up, straight up)
Had to switch my t-shirt ’cause she stained it (on God)
Had to buy a visa, she from Moscow (21)
Fuckin’ ’round with Travis, you get crossed out (crossed out)
He used to be on, that nigga off now (he off now)
I done got so rich, I Saint Laurent my dogs now (straight up, straight up)
Earrings cost a quarter certified by GIA (21)
If it’s ’bout my bae or ’bout some smoke I’m on my way (skrrt, skrrt)
Your bitch gave the kid Cudi but I’m not signed to Ye (on God)
I nutted on her cheek, her new nickname is Baby Face (21)
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh)
Fuck with all my chains on, let’s have chain sex (serve, yeah)
Hangin’ with the gang, you get your fangs wet (wet)
Wanna kick with the gang, you gotta bang it (it’s lit)
If you gon’ throw ice on, gotta swang it (ice)
Holes in the wall, I can not hang it (nah)
Pour different colors, sippin’, tainted (ooh)
Woah think a vibe just start vibratin’ (rawr) [Intro: Travis Scott]
Ooh
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh)
Fuck with all my chains on, let’s have chain sex (serve, yeah)
Hangin’ with the gang, you get your fangs wet (wet)
Wanna kick with the gang, you gotta bang it (it’s lit)
If you gon’ throw ice on, gotta swang it (ice)
Holes in the wall, I can not hang it (nah)
Pour different colors, sippin’, tainted (ooh)
Whole thing of vultures start vibratin’ (rawr)
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Don’t do playgrounds, we do not swing sets (swing)
Shawty got the K, don’t entertain threats (grah-grah)
Shawty came my way she brought the same sex (same)
Bust it down, she talkin’ body language (it’s lit)
Eating that punane got my bangs wet (eat it up)
We gon’ have to change for the banquet (drippin’)
Solo with Mussain is not the same specs (skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up, left with something I ain’t came with (alright)
[Interlude: Travis Scott]
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, ice, froze, go, get, gone
Get gone (yah!

[Verse]
Scooby dooby doo (bark)
He a dog in the bed
Mayo on bread
How I spread my legs (open me up)
Bring flowers instead
Cause when I’m done, the twat should be dead, casket
Stomach like a beauty salon
Cause I swallow every pubic hair shed
Pause on that dick when I’m on it
I might scream “Cut”, Nia Long it
The dick like Ariana ponytail cause I swear that shit was the longest (It was)
He said how far can I [?], I said “Everything, I condone it”
His dick ain’t got nowhere to stay so I let him sleep in this pussy to help out the homeless
Tryna get stupid, stupid, wait
I like to move it, move it, wait
Dick in the hole then it start to roll, look like it’s hula hooping, wait
I ain’t talking [?] when I tell him shoot his shot
Sweating like a thug when they running from the cops
I’m good eye candy even to Fetty Wap
I’m known for the head like a fuckin’ face swap
Tinted windows every time we outside
Cause I suck that dick while he drive (While he drive)
Let him masturbate with french fries (fries)
Don’t tell nobody like a mime (mime)
Toss my legs in the air like a dime (dime)
He cum(come) quick like Amazon Prime
So when I start running on the dick, made him hold an umbrella over my head this time
[Hook]
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
The shit that we on, gotta wait til you grown til you get 21 like Blackjack
While sucking his dick still jacking him off get an A for this brain that’s Blackjack
[Verse 2]
It ain’t shit under this coat (I’m naked)
No facebook, I get poked (Poke me)
This day giving me hope
[?]
Yeah, I’m gon hold that dick in my hand like the mic in the hands of a host
Wait, french kiss a pussy one time then in the morning go and make me french toast (Yum)
One stroke in, he gon lay down
Kids all on me like a playground (on my face)
Imma ride that dick like a Greyhound
[?] for that nigga like H Town
Still want more, Tic Tac Toe
Nigga just got 3 holes in a row
Chocolate hoe, the Kit Kat pro
He call cause the pussy smell like Dial Soap
Let’s take a bath together
It don’t need to last forever (No)
Pussy looking real plus size
Now we doing math together
It’s like 1 2 3 then he give me that foreplay
3 2 1 then I give him that “Okay”
I’m locked to the bed handcuffed like OJ
5 6 7 he ate it slowly
Grocery list can go up in the casket
It taste like water so he wanna [?]
I can’t be Sullivan, not talking Jazmine
Tapping this ass like a picture when tagging
Swaggin’ not to be braggin
But the pussy feel like cushion if your name [?]
It’s the best feeling like touching some satin
Pay to eat pussy, ain’t no dine and dashin’
[Hook]
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
The shit that we on, gotta wait til you grown til you get 21 like Blackjack
While sucking his dick still jacking him off get an A for this brain like Blackjack
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
The shit that we on, gotta wait til you grown til you get 21 like Blackjack
While sucking his dick still jacking him off get an A for this brain that’s Blackjack

[Chorus: Travis Scott & (Don Toliver)]
No you can’t say if I’m mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it going on? I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip
Gotta watch for 12, ’round my town you might get killed
I’m out my mind, yeah I’m high, but I’m real
You cop it live, boy I got it all on film I let it burn, skrt that mark, I had to dip (I had to)
Better watch for 12, ’round my town you might get killed
(better watch for 12)
I’m out my mind, yeah I’m high above the rim (I’m out my mind)
You cop it live, boy I got it all on film
[Verse 2: Don Toliver]
You must be cautious, told the lil’ hoes I’m all in
Play this ballers offense, I left ol’ girl, she callin’
You know I hit in morning, oh yeah she yawning
I met you in the club, bitch you know this shit mean nothing
Oh then I hit your cousin, mhm, no-no discussion
Sipping on lean, no Robitussin
Oh yeah, I know you love me, I beat it ain’t no cuddling
You down bad, you suffering
I don’t give a fuck how hard it get
That lil’ bitch know I started this
Uh-huh, oh yeah
Get to the cash, no layup
Spend a big bag, Rodeo
Some may ride for the first time
Hoes come through just to touch us
I’ma tell the truth like Usher
You already know how I bust her
Slang my chop from Russia
[Interlude]
I’ma swang, and a swang, when I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip-dip-dip-dip
I’ma swang, and a swang, when I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
No you can’t say if I’m mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it going on? I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip (I had to)
Gotta watch for 12, ’round my town you might get killed
(better watch for 12)
I’m out my mind, yeah I’m high above the rim (I’m on my mind)
You cop it live, boy I got in on film
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
You gotta watch out where you rockin’, shit get real
Drink too real, I can’t be fake, don’t know the feel
Gotta take a long drive up the hill
Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals
I’m too wavy, think I need a Lyft
Chicago baby she just wanna drill
The vibes too wavy, it’s too hard to kill
Gotta watch out where you go ’cause shit get real
[Interlude]
I’ma swang, and a-swang, and a-swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip-dip-dip-dip
Oh my
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
No you can’t say if I’m mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it, burned it all?

[Chorus: Gunna]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Patek
Fendi Clipboard like I Uber the jets
VVS’s on me got my Gucci shirt wet
Put a M in my bag, I’ma get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S
[Verse: Travis Scott]
Now that I’m home, back off the road
We shut it down, say it ain’t so
With checks in the streets, shade number four
Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes
Take it with me, double your dose
Covered with angels that’s watching my soul
Just got a bed, it’s bigger windows
Said I’ll be there in 10, but I got there in four
[Bridge: Travis Scott]
I feel like I’m chosen, I’m covered in gold
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
I left her wide open, no self control
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Took nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and drove
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
[Chorus: Gunna & Travis Scott]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Pateks
Fendi clipboard like I Uber the jets
VVS’s on me got my Louis shirt wet
It’s a M in my bag and get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S
[Outro: NAV]
La Flame on a island
Me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet
Got Prada’s, every color
And I got CC’s you ain’t seen yet
Said I’d kick the cup and now I’m asking, “where the codeine at”? 30 pointers and up, Eliantte drippin’, my whole team wet

It’s bad news, bad-bad for you
But I’m back on the coffee bean
Anything in between (this is all, this is all)
Back of the coffee line
Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is all)
[Verse 1]
How would you feel if I had you? Trust me, you’ll be mad too
Shawty, we can be mad cool
Just hit me if anything past due
Your family told you I’m a bad move
Plus I’m already a black dude
Leavin’ the bathroom, my hands is half-rinsed
If only a nigga just had sense
Speaking in past tense
It’s been a week and a half since
We ain’t been speaking in mad mins
You feeling free in my absence
I’ve been going through a lot behind this glass tint, yeah
(this is all, this is all)
[Chorus]
Back of the coffee line
Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is-)
I know they told you I’d be bad for you
Don’t worry I’ll be back for you
All the money and cars
Stripper hoes and the tattoos, bad news
Back off a coffee bean
Reflecting on all you see (this is all, this is all)
[Verse 2]
Stressing over award shows
She’s stressin’ over her wardrobe
Bought the mansion on foreclose
No matter how many tickets your tour sold
You feel this deep in your torso
Feel like someone’s readin’ your horoscope
Some shit only me and the Lord knows
SOS, that’s for those who hear this in morse code
Too many doors closed Cul-de-sacs and foreign doors
Still ended up at the North Pole
This is where remorse goes
This shit’ll have you in divorce court
Fighting over your seeds, writing over your deeds, sliding over your keys
Alimony and fees, as your lawyer proceeds
To give out bad news
[Chorus]
I’m just bad-bad news
Good thing, the two, Bonnie and Clyde
The money and who? [Intro]
This is all
[Chorus]
Bad-bad news, I’m just bad-bad news
Good thing, the two, Bonnie and Clyde
The money and who? It’s bad news, bad-bad for you
But I’m back on the coffee bean
Anything in between (this is all, this is all)
Back of the coffee line
Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is all)

[Intro: Big Tuck]
What’s crackin’? I’m the dean of this here
I got this
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah
Parked at the Days Inn, ain’t takin’ no days in (yeah)
Don’t need a vacation, I need a replacement (alright)
Bustin’ the lights out soon as we came in (it’s lit)
What’re they talkin’ about, what’s it pertainin’ (yeah, yeah)
Need me a therapist to ask if I’m aging (yeah)
This M-E-D it feel caved in (yeah)
All of my demons invadin’
I live paranoid, hesitatin’
They bitin’, they bitin’, the cadence (skrt, skrt)
Go out their way, it’s okay
Just lock the doors at the basement
I got a gate with my face in it
[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
Brand new, brand new
This new place I got to
New world, new sky
That’s so blue it’s black too
New growth, new growth
All these fades I outgrew
Blue bands, blue bands
Get my cash from drive-thru
Boy you’re too flash, too flash
Keep the flash minimal
Bitch, I’m too cold, too cold
See my breath visible
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Yeah
Icy cold, it is so, it is so icy cold, yeah
Mixing the water with cheese is making the money get mold, yeah
Trying to be like gang, you better go get it in vogue, yeah
Put 84’s on lanes, I robbed, how you think of the spokes
We did it, we said it, we spoke, yeah
We put it out, thought it was small, these five or four, uh
This is at home, right down the street, from Alamo
[Verse 3: Frank Ocean & Travis Scott]
Moving in silence don’t mean it’s movin’ slow
Even though the speed got old
Sprinkling methamphetamines
On the leaves like the snow
Bet they soak
I’m a new species, tale swings on the road
Come to reach and lose both
Got springs like a toad
Some for free in the tote
Saké drown like round white diamonds
Carats (yah)
Copy sound, might got two wings, parrot (alright!)
Landing down wind, caught two wings (it’s lit!)
Talons scrape, hit the stage, two wings (yeah, yeah!)
Better pray, better pray, two wings (straight up!)
[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
Brand new, brand new
This new place I got to
New world, new sky
That’s so blue it’s black too
New growth, new growth
All these fades I outgrew
Blue bands, blue bands
Get my cash from drive-thru
Boy you’re too flash, too flash
Keep the flash minimal
Bitch, I’m too cold, too cold
See my breath visible You already know who it is
Ya boy, Big Tuck
Freight Train Tuck
Astroworld is now in session, ya understand?

[Intro]
I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
Float around town, do that on the daily
[Verse 1]
How I’m supposed to feel safe, twelve live adjacent (twelve)
Yeah, crib built like a prison where that bitch is gated (yah)
Yeah, spendin’ all my time up there gettin’ faded (it’s lit)
Yeah, handin’ out the E! to the Entertainment (alright)
Yeah, you know on this side it’s poppin’ and it’s dangerous (pop it, pop it)
Ridin’ through the clouds we goin’ through the vapors (phew, phew)
I’m just tryna get the paper, stayin’ out the papers
It ain’t easily done, it ain’t easy (yeah)
Pop a seal like it’s Chris, make it look Breezy (it’s lit)
Wedding bands on my fist, it is freezing (straight up)
Throw the bands get a kiss, then she leave me (cash)
I just want the peace, it’s still Lambo’ over Mercedes, yuh
Just built the Astroworld playground to play with my baby, yuh (my baby)
Had a few pop singers, anyone could be yo’ mama (yeah)
Had some real conversations with my nigga Bill, about Congress, yeah (straight up)
We at the fest, come and link, per-reques, yeah (alright)
Send the pin, drop it in, GPS, ah (yeah)
Seein’ flashes, oh, no-no, that’s my neck, yeah (it’s lit)
I’ve been livin’ paranoid, watch yo’ step (yeah yeah)
[Chorus]
Ain’t never freein’ up and never let y’all, man
We always forgive, but don’t forget easily (oh no)
Cut my phone off so they can never reach me
Life is just a maze, goin’ through my phases (yeah)
I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
If it rise on the East, land on the West
We gon’ make that shit pop, bust it for a check
Call the plays, link the squad, we gon’ make it cash
[Verse 2]
Yeah, nobody can press me but the press
Nobody can check me when it’s chess (ah, nah, for real)
They comin’ at my neck like Gillette (Gillette)
I’m out the cash, that’s the butterfly effect, yeah
I’ve been locked in for so long, I done got dreads, uh
Took the girl off the net, worked it up the net, uh
Iced out watches for the game, Patek the set
Had to move up off my block, it took finesse, yeah
Just keep droppin’ them bombs, you should probably save your breath, yeah
We ain’t gone play the steel, why you tryna funk the flex, yeah
All my dogs in my wheel, they gon’ ride you to the death, yeah
Elevator up the hill we ain’t never take the steps, uh (yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Ain’t never freein’ up and never let y’all, man
We always forgive, but don’t forget easily (oh no)
Cut my phone off so they can never reach me
Life is just a maze, goin’ through my phases (yeah)
I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
If it rise on the East, land on the West
We gon’ make that shit pop, bust it for a check
Call the plays, link the squad, we gon’ make it cash

[Outro]
Burn motherfucker, Burn! The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn! Fuckboy-Free
Mr. [Bridge]
Go DJ, Go DJ, the DJ’s on fire
No pare, sigue, sigue
Go DJ, Go DJ, the DJ’s on fire
No pare, sigue, sigue
[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn! Stay-on-fire, Mr. Took over the world
Mr. 3-0-5, Mr. [Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn! The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn! Got-the-whole-game-on-its-knees
Let’s ride
[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn! The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn! The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn! Stay-rich
Been getting loose, been getting paid
3-0-5 representer, been repping Dade
I’m a chico in the game that spit that flame
That spit that fire, now let’s get off the chain
Let’s ride
[Hook]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn! The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn! [Verse 2]
Baby I got A-D-D, a delicious dick
And I’m ready to act a fool in this bitch
This chico stay slick, this chico stay lit
Imma change my name to Mr. Fuckboy-Please
Mr. The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don’t need no water
Let that motherfucka burn! [Verse 1]
Independent like a motherfucker [?]
Build another twenty schools
Let’s show em how we ball
I ride for my city, I ride for my dawgs
Hit the mayor at the show
New Year’s Eve, boy it’s on
Man it’s on in the [?]
Mr.

Half a million just to ride foreign
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on? Revenue touching my palms
[Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo]
I know some hittas that’s ready to eat, right now as I speak (right now, right now)
I’m dripping, I’m leaking, I’m flashing my teeth, right now as I speak (I’m iced out by Johnny)
I used to trap off the back porch (backyard)
Now I got stamps on my passport (global)
I used to walk in the front door (then what?)
Finesse ’em and run out the back door (gone)
[Verse 4: Gunna]
We the bosses, you can’t boss over us
Get put in coffin, no more losses for us
Too many foreigns, nothing but options for us
The Spyder white with the pecan guts
I’ma ride, I’m the one you can trust
Homicide niggas stay in the cut
I came a long way from serving that dust
Too many shows, a young nigga booked up
[Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on? Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
Gunna Gunna, I’m a young Don
Too many losses, yeah a nigga won
She take that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Hong Kong
I’m rocking BAPE and they like King Kong’s
Stack them racks up every day of the month
If you ain’t getting money, leave me ‘lone, ‘lone
Make it rain, make it storm, storm
Half a brick for the charm, charm
Flooded AP on my arm, arm
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on? Revenue touching my palms
[Outro]
Damn, Denaro Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
Gunna Gunna, I’m a young Don
Too many losses, yeah a nigga won
She take that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Hong Kong
I’m rocking BAPE and they like King Kong’s
Stack them racks up every day of the month
If you ain’t getting money, leave me ‘lone, ‘lone
Make it rain, make it storm, storm
Half a brick for the charm, charm
Flooded AP on my arm, arm
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on? [Intro: Moneybagg Yo]
Tay Keith
Run that back, Turbo
Now I pull up in a foreign, foreign
Javar said, “pick up that bag”, right? If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on? Half a million just to ride foreign
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on? Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
Gunna Gunna, I’m a young Don
Too many losses, yeah a nigga won
She take that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Hong Kong
I’m rocking BAPE and they like King Kong’s
Stack them racks up every day of the month
If you ain’t getting money, leave me ‘lone, ‘lone
Make it rain, make it storm, storm
Half a brick for the charm, charm
Flooded AP on my arm, arm
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on? Half a million just to ride foreign
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on? [Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on? Revenue touching my palms
[Verse 1: Gunna]
I hit up Moneybagg, we gotta go up
I made a mansion, move my my niggas they stuff
I balanced down and now I’m flying above
I might hit Magic and go throw me a dub
Pour some mud up, now I’m filled up with suds
Locked with them and finally got me a buzz
Golden child, niggas don’t wanna touch
You might can drip, but you don’t drip it like us
[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
Designer down when I walk in the club
So many blue hunnids, they thought I was cuz
I’m balling, bitch
Fuck [?]
Blunt stuffed, looking just like a nub
Don’t try to come around when you get squeaked, can’t fuck with no leech
Me and Gunna on the way to yo city, two first class seats
[Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?

[Intro]
Oooh, yeah, yeah
I put my feelings on safety
So I don’t go shootin’ where your heart be
‘Cause you take the bullet tryna save me
Then I’m left to deal with makin’ you bleed
[Pre-Chorus]
And that’s a whole lotta love, ain’t tryna waste it
Like we be runnin’ ’em out and never make it
That’s just too bitter for words, don’t wanna taste it
That’s just too bitter for words, don’t wanna face it
[Chorus]
But I think that I’m done trippin’, I’m trip-trippin’
I’ve been sippin’, that’s how I control
This feelin’, you keep givin’
You keep on hittin’ it ooh, oh
Maybe it’s your love, it’s too good to be true
Baby boy, your love, got me trippin’ on you
You know your love is big enough, make me trip up on you
Yeah, it’s big enough, got me trippin’ on you, trip-trippin’ on you
[Post-Chorus]
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you (trippin’ on you)
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you (trippin’ on you)
[Verse 2]
Boy, you know we’re cool, and now you’re waitin’
But I act a fool when I don’t get it
And I’m steady bruisin’ just to save this
But I tripped on your love, now I’m addicted
[Pre-Chorus]
And that’s a whole lotta love, ain’t tryna waste it
Like we be runnin’ ’em out and never make it
That’s just too bitter for words, don’t wanna taste it
That’s just too bitter for words, don’t wanna face it
[Chorus]
But I think that I’m done trippin’, I’m trip-trippin’
I’ve been sippin’, that’s how I control
This feelin’, you keep givin’
You keep on hittin’ it ooh, oh
Maybe it’s your love, it’s too good to be true
Baby boy, your love, got me trippin’ on you
You know your love is big enough, make me trip up on you
Yeah, it’s big enough, got me trippin’ on you, trip-trippin’ on you
[Post-Chorus]
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you (trippin’ on you)
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you (trippin’ on you)
[Bridge]
That’s some kind of love, baby (trip, trip)
That’s the type of love, make (trip, trip, trippin’ on you)
It’s big enough, make me (trip, trip)
It’s big enough, got me (trip, trip, tripping on you)
[Chorus]
I’m done trippin’, I’m trip-trippin’
I’ve been sippin’, that’s how I control
This feelin’, you keep givin’
You keep on hittin’ it ooh, oh
Maybe it’s your love, it’s too good to be true
Baby boy, your love, got me trippin’ on you
You know your love is big enough, make me trip up on you
Yeah, it’s big enough, got me trippin’ on you, trip-trippin’ on you
[Outro]
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you (baby, baby, baby, trippin’ on you)
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you (trippin’ on you, trippin’ on you, baby)
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you
Said I admit I was wrong when I did it
My bad, my bad for, trippin’ on you (trippin’ on you)
Ooh, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Adam Levine & Cardi B]
Girls like you (Cardi)
Girls like you (Ham?)
Girls like you (Stop)
Girl like you, yeah yeah
[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Not too long ago, I was dancing for dollars (eeoow)
Know it’s really real if I let you meet my mama (eeoow)
You don’t want a girl like me, I’m too crazy
But every other girl you meet is fugazi (okurrrt)
[Chorus: Adam Levine & Cardi B]
Girls like you (Cardi)
Girls like you (Ham?)
Girls like you
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah
[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Why is the best fruit always forbidden? Bardi, Cardi
Come and rev it up like a Harley, Harley
[Chorus: Adam Levine & Cardi B]
Girls like you
Girls like you (Cardi)
Girls like you
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah
[Verse 4: Cardi B]
I don’t really want a white horse and a carriage
I’m thinkin’ more of white Porsches and karats
I need you right here ’cause every time you call
I play with this kitty like you play wit’ your guitar
I play with this kitty like you play wit’ your guitar
[Post – Chorus: Adam Levine]
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
I need a girls like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
I need a girls like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
I need a girls like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
I need a girls like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
Girl like you, yeah yeah
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah
[Outro: Cardi B]
Stop
Girls
Cardi
Stop
Cardi
Girls
Cardi
Girls
Cardi
Girls
Cardi
Girls
Cardi
Stop I’m coming to you now doin’ 20 over the limit
The red light, red light stop, stop (skrrt)
I don’t play when it comes to my heart, let’s get it though
[Chorus: Adam Levine & Cardi B]
Girls like you
Girls like you (Cardi)
Girls like you
I need a girl like you, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
I need a girl like you yeah yeah
[Bridge: Adam Levine]
Spent 24 hours, I need more hours with you
You spent the weekend getting even, ooh
[Verse 3: Cardi B]
I’m sure them other girls were nice enough
But you need someone to spice it up
So who you gonna call?