Be my best friend, racks in the west end
I'ma take a flight with you
I need more (c'mon, c'mon), tea for the west end
Fuck all your best friends
Girl, I got my eyes on you, yeah (yeah, T Wayne from the, yo)

It's like you love to make it harder, but you're worth the drama (yeah)
Every time I'm vex, you're my answer (you're my answer)
I know I'm, due a lot of karma
I ain't Peter Parker, but my ting better than Rihanna (than RiRi)
She don't know we steppin' with some killers (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Love it when we sex up in the mirrors (uh)
Pop down, couldn't buy you slippers (yeah)
But she don't even care about no figures
It's long (yeah), she don't want me gone
Things I did for the funds to get you Saint Laurent
I accept that I'm wrong bwhen you hear this song
Love me now, love me strong
And love me when I'm gone (when I'm gone)
Big plans, we ain't ever needin' anything (yeah)
Me and you will have proper ease, developin' (c'mon, c'mon)
Bougie, and your ambition is evident (uh)
You're a boss but let me help with everyting (with everyting)

I said, can you be my best friend?
Racks in the west end
I'ma take a flight with you
I need more tea for the west end
Fuck all your best friends
Girl, I got my eyes on you, yeah
Me say, gyal, tell me now
Can you be my best friend? Yeah
Me say, gyal, tell me now
Can you be my best friend? Yeah

I treat your pussy like a goldmine, girl
When I pull up, you look so fly, girl (girl, you looks so fly)
Gold zippers with the gold YSL
Tryna figure if I know myself (if I know my)
Stay strong while I settle our differences
Pay attention, girl, I'm wrong, now I'm listenin'
Hundred racks'll make a nigga wanna live again
I put this house in your name 'cause you're different (you're different)
I was servin' on the curb for my fiends (for my fiends)
Now I'm fuckin' with a girl from my dreams
I been sleepin in the Burj, more peace (more peace)
I been tryna figure out what you need
She the main one
I ain't switchin' up, I'm with the same one
It's the city where you try and live your life or you take one
That's my driller, he ain't scared to take his shot like he's Neymar (uh)
I just sent my other hitter to Jamaica

I said, can you be my best friend?
Racks in the west end
I'ma take a flight with you
I need more tea for the west end
Fuck all your best friends
Girl, I got my eyes on you, yeah
Me say, gyal, tell me now
Can you be my best friend? Yeah
Me say, gyal, tell me now
Can you be my best friend? Yeah

I said, can you be my best friend?
Racks in the west end
I'ma take a flight with you
I need more tea for the west end
Fuck all your best friends
Girl, I got my eyes on you, yeah
Me say, gyal, tell me now
Can you be my best friend? Yeah
Me say, gyal, tell me now
Can you be my best friend? Yeah

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Writer(s): Dennis Junior Odunwo, Dominik Patrzek, Richard Isong, Ricky Earl Banton