No Cell Phones
You the baddest at my show, girl
Tryna let you know, girl
I park Super Sports, at the liquor store
Wit' them two tens in the back
235s wrapped around the muthafucka
And it's like that
And every nigga down from tryna push a hood
They hate me in the labels
I'm misunderstood
For giving niggas hope they can own they shit
But they'll trade it all for a froze wrist
Jon and Vinny's to go, we lasted ten years
Blood, sweat, and tears dawg I'm serious
I'm out here off experience
Top me off the strength, bitch
Don't be acting bougie like that
'Cause you know a nigga rap and
You know my pockets stacked
You the baddest at my show, girl
Tryna let you know, girl uh, so I wrote this
When I fall asleep, I think about you (you)
Somewhere on a nice island
With panoramic views
No cell phones, one pair of shoes
You can walk around nude, yea it's cool
Our nights are the brightest
Thoughts are collidin' pina Coladas
Then I'm inside ya uh, Then I'm behind ya
I don't plan on letting go
I need another dose i need another dose
Shit shorty like an angel
Sweet like mango this is what I say to her
This is what I say to her
I don't plan on letting go and I got say so
Parked at the liquor store yea
OPM number one
Uh, thank you for flying with the clique
Sorry for the turbulence uh
Rub my back
When I fall asleep, I think about you (you)
Somewhere on a nice island
With panoramic views
No cell phones, one pair of shoes
You can walk around nude, yea it's cool
