I pull up in the middle of the night
Darlin', I don't wanna see you cry, yeah
Nanny prayin' for me, I'm fine
Told her I'm a be alright, yeah
Maybe it's all me
Or maybe it's all you
Let's take a trip overseas
Love each other how we supposed to

No tantrums, girl, no tantrums
I'm in the Shangri-La with a hand ting
Drug dealers and killers and the mandem
Want to make you smile, take you out
Like my lady with melanin, yeah
Big MAC-10 clap ten of them, yeah
Big Rolls-Royce truck to make an impression
Them guys irrelevant, yeah
You can take all my love
Ain't no line
That I won't cross just to make you smile
Scary sometimes but it's fine
I'll walk the mile
And swim across sea to make you smile

I came on a madness
I'ma slide with my lady in Atlantis
And I dive in the pool with ice on my arm
That's a waterproof Patek
And my little nigga rich
I'ma show him how to ball like he played for the Mavericks
My lady attractive
That skin smooth with no tats (yeah)
There's drillers and drummers in here
Mind the gap on the exit (yeah)
They wait 'til you blow up, then niggas appear
But that is a death wish
You ain't sat in a room full of killers that's armed
This nigga's pretendin'
I water my heart
Pray to Allah that's for my redemption

No tantrums, girl, no tantrums
I'm in the Shangri-La with a hand ting
Drug dealers and killers and the mandem
Want to make you smile, take you out
Like my lady with melanin, yeah
Big MAC-10 clap ten of them, yeah
Big Rolls-Royce truck to make an impression
Them guys irrelevant, yeah
Take all my love
Ain't no line
That I won't cross just to make you smile
Scary sometimes but it's fine
I'll walk the mile
And swim across sea to make you smile (Tracey)

She's on heat, I ain't seen her for awhile
My ladies was killin' with style, yeah
In the Bentley truck rollin' up loud
I'm tryin' to give her rounds in the cloud, yeah
Date night shout if you need collection
Feel it in her soul, that's a deep connection
She know we hot, she ain't seen the Wesson
With style I'ma teach the lesson
I'm with 29, twenty .9s in the buildin'
I've got bare kids but I've never had children, no
Bare rap cappers in this music
They wanna do shit
I got stacks, I can't lose it, no
I drop Tech in my soda
Lamb' truck same color as cola
Never had to lease that, I'm the owner
All this from my old Motorola

No tantrums, girl, no tantrums
I'm in the Shangri-La with a hand ting
Drug dealers and killers and the mandem
Want to make you smile, take you out
Like my lady with melanin, yeah
Big MAC-10 clap ten of them, yeah
Big Rolls-Royce truck to make an impression
Them guys irrelevant, yeah
Take all my love
Ain't no line
That I won't cross just to make you smile
Scary sometimes but it's fine
I'll walk the mile
And swim across sea to make you smile

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Writer(s): Adam Williams, Che Wolton Grant, Ricky Banton, Soriba Konde, Ulysse Poletti, Youri Krief