Love that I, love that I give
That is not love that I get from you
Uh, huh-huh
Love that I, love that I give (uh-huh, uh-huh, huh)

Look at them shakes, uh-huh (that is not love)
Made up a dance (that I get)
How come you shook? (From you)
When I ain't took out my hands
Beans, Starbucks, starstruck
Bitch comin' soon, yeah, that's 'cause you suck, yeah
(Suck me, suck me, suck me)
That's comin' soon
(Suck my dick, uh)
Come on, I'm back, I want my babe
Stayin' alert, I'm going steady
'Cause all my chains, diamonds keep callin'
Findin' the key, put it in, Kawasaki
Totin' that Amazon (Amazon)
Shit like 6'5" (shit like 6'5")
Take back, rewind, now I rewind
Ooh, ooh, baby, be mine (baby, be mine)
Ooh, ooh, baby, be mine

Just got a pack, came from DHL, just got up with a pack
Got out a pack, came from DHL, just got off like a bail
Got out a pack, new ones in my jail
Just got out, found a pack
I got a pack
(Been in jail, been in jail, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just got a pack, came from DHL
We get the check, bail (like it long-term like the pill)
I got a pack, came from DHL
Just got up on a pill, I got a

Niggas think it's new, it ain't new, boy
Old files just turned two, yeah, it flew, yeah
Still sound like it's comin' soon, comin' soon, yeah
Still sound like it's comin' soon, tell the truth, yeah
Boy-toy suck me like a Hoover, like a Hoover
Boy-toy ride me like a Uber, like a Uber
Smiley face, factory case, ain't bust it down, yeah
I left it, I forgave their violations, ain't seen 'em around
Yet to test it, wavy pool, sit behind the pool
I'm tellin' the truth, bro
Remind me of trade, brushin' his waves
Shit look like ramen noodles
Fuck, this shit sound like it's comin' soon, comin' soon, bro
And it still sound like it's comin' soon, comin' soon
New files sittin' on my drive, nothin' new, yeah
New fobs and I can't get down, what to do, yeah
New fobs, really can't get down to the pool, yeah
New glist' sittin' on the cyst on my wrist, yeah
New bitch ridin' on my dick like a kit, yeah
All of them days when I paid for the studio rate, instead of the rent, yeah
Now I can hang in this bitch every day, wait for some inspiration to hit me
Look like I'm dressed for a hike but I really look like I'm in Paris and shit, yeah
Look like I'm dressed for a camp 'cause I'm pitchin' a bag like I'm pitchin' a tent, yeah
This ain't no fuckin' hopes and dreams, it's prophecy
Hardly sleep, faith was in the coffee bean
Roman numerals, niggas pourin' up Ivy Leagues, fours
Double D's exposed, throw some beads
Fuckin' these hoes, leave, now my fuckin' flow's stole
Screw me slow, yes
Ooh, he TX, XTC rollin'
You seen my bag, it's swollen, Rimowa, I can't even fold it
I drop you a pin like I'm bowling
We moanin' 'til not even mornin'
Breakfast and dinners is blendin', we spend all that time alone, alone
Watchin' the clouds roll, woah

Just got a pack, came from the DHL
Just got up with a pack
I got a pack, came from the DHL
Just got up with a pack
I got a pack, woah, a pack, yeah
Just caught up with a pack
I got a pack on DHL
Just caught up with a pill
There it is, woo
Dhl, just got up with a pack
I got a pack, came up on DHL
Just came up with a pack
I got a pack, came up on DHL
Just caught up with a pack
I got a pack, came up on DHL
Just got off with the pack

Independent jugg, sellin' records out the trunk
I'm already rich as fuck so the product's in the front
Got my partner in the front, been my BF for a month
But we been fuckin' from the jump

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Alexander Ridha, Christopher Breaux, George Jones, Jennifer Ivory, Starleana E. Taylor, Stephen Washington