Lyrics
Straight from Atlanta, fine ho from Alabama
Don't got to do that, she cold just like some Fanta
How that ass fit in them pajamas
Girl, just remember, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You ain't know I can get that dough
I can fuck around and get some more
Ain't really wanna fall in love
Shit a game like Tic-Tac-Toe
You ain't wanna lose it all, but you on me (Yeah Yeah)
I don't text back, ho, call me (Yeah Yeah)
Bought a Prada bag cause I'm ballin (Yeah Yeah)
Shit too thick, no falling (Yeah Yeah)
Oh, baby, I just wanna hit no cap
Oh, baby
Yeah, fuck around and have your, baby
I could really fuck around and have your baby
You be lookin' good, but you drive me so crazy, baby
Take another shot, might take one, baby
Lovin' and dovin' and all, baby
Hey, lovin' and dovin' and all
Straight from Atlanta, fine ho from Alabama
Don't got to do that, she cold just like some Fanta
How that ass fit in them pajamas
Girl, just remember, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Straight from Atlanta, fine ho from Alabama
Don't got to do that, she cold just like some Fanta
How that ass fit in them pajamas
Girl, just remember, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)