S to the P
Ayy, ayy
Don Corleone
Migos and Sean Paul in the buildin'
Mally Mall
And you know we smoke blunts to the face
Because
Everybody sayin' up, up away

My girl
Cah di body weh yuh got
Worth more than 'bout a billion (ayy, ayy)
Just wanna feel ya (ayy, ayy, ooh)
And get familiar, ayy
The body weh yuh got
Worth more than 'bout a trillion (woo)
I just wanna feel ya (oh)
I wanna steal ya, girl

Offset
She gorgeous (gorgeous), I'ma pay her mortgage (mortgage)
I'ma buy you Christian Louboutin you can't afford it (Louboutin)
Take you on a trip 'cause I know that your nigga borin' (borin')
Christian Dior scrapin' on the floor when we boardin' (we boardin')
Her booty roll and she go slow motion, I stroke it (woah)
There's somethin' 'bout you, you know you special, you golden (special)
Smokin' gas like I'm Willy Nelson in Belgium (gas)
Like the handyman with the hammer, I nailed it (ayy)
Come and ride with a G, fly than a feather (ride)
Hit it from the back, I'm bussin' like Barettas (nah)
Pulled up in my Lamborghini when I met her (skrrt)
You nigga kept on cheatin' and I know you fed up (woah)
If you wanna keep your lady, better keep your bread up (cash)
I had her in my mansion, told her put her leg up (smash)
Paid the bill, wrapped her in Chanel from her head up (Chanel)
Girl, you're just like an angel, did you come from heaven?

You keep it hot with yuh body, hot with yuh clothes
Love how yuh tan up and a give me di pose
Hot, hot with yuh body, hot with yuh clothes
Love how yuh tan up and a give mi di pose
My girl, mek mi tek yuh pon an evenin' cruise
Tell yuh seh yuh just cyan't lose
Giddy up, giddy up
Baby girl, don't get confused

Because di body weh yuh got
Worth more than 'bout a billion (ayy, ayy)
Just wanna feel ya (ayy, ayy, ooh)
And get familiar, ayy (yeah, oh)
The body weh yuh got
Worth more than 'bout a trillion (woo)
I just wanna feel ya (yo, yo)
I wanna steal ya, girl

The way that you're talkin', I eel you, girl, you look familiar (huh?)
Live in luxury, babe, we not regular civilians
I'm a superhero, but was a villain, wantin' the millions
Gotta notice us every time that we in the buildin' (ayy)
Walkin' in with them Balmains, out in the sun
And I fathered all you niggas that's rappin', y'all is my sons
Don't care if the day they catchin' you, but this the gon' be number one
Came from the bum, servin' crumb, fuckin' bitches stallions

Ayy, ayy
Hunnids of bottles and beautiful models (hunnids)
I wanna sing to her, Quavo Sinatra (brrr)
She know that I'm young but she lovin' my posture (ayy)
She told me get rid of my chicks on my roster (woo)
Ooh, okay, okay, okay (okay)
It's cool, girl, whatever you say (whatever you say)
She catch a body 'cause she have a AK (grrah, grrah, grrah)
She catch a body 'cause she have a AK (baow, baow)
And she won't say a word
She gon' ride against the world 'cause that's my girl (skrrt)
Céline bag was her dream bag (dream)
When she woke up in the mornin', let her seen that

Hot with yuh body, hot with yuh clothes
Love how yuh tan up and a give me di pose
Hot, hot with yuh body, hot with yuh clothes
Love how yuh tan up and a give mi di pose
My girl, mek mi tek yuh pon an evenin' cruise
Tell yuh seh yuh just cyan't lose
Giddy up, giddy up
Baby girl, don't get confused

Because di body weh yuh got
Worth more than 'bout a billion (ayy, ayy)
Just wanna feel ya (ayy, ayy, ooh)
And get familiar, ayy (yeah, oh)
The body weh yuh got
Worth more than 'bout a trillion (woo)
I just wanna feel ya (yo, yo)
I wanna steal ya, girl

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Donovan Keith Bennett, Jamal F. Rashid, Joel Augustin, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Matthew Dominic Keaveny, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Sean Paul Henriques, Vincent Le'Carl Berry