Paris

I'm always acting like a gentleman

Max, you always acting like a gentleman

Babe, just listen close to what I say

And you're gonna see how that's irrelevant

God damn

Shawty looking like a snack

Immaculate rack

She had me at "hey" the baddie was stacked

She filling those pants, I gotta react

She sending a message, just cut me some Slack

Want her to jack it but don't want the flak

Just put up a front and then hit from the back

I say what's your name?

She tell me it's Paris

Treat that bitch like she's an heiress

Now I'm embarrassed

Pay that no mind let's fuck on the terrace

She whips a McLaren and so does her friend

I call her Mercedes the way that she bends

I see all the karats I know that she spends

She don't want my babies, she just wants the bread

I wanna Discover I'm paying with Visa

Say she's a doll, that bitch is a diva

Don't need a lover, I just need an eater

Blowing my cover, she blowing my

Carina, Christina, Selena okay

I'm making them wet, I'm Bobby Boucher

She tell me go fish, she want my filet

I don't want the drama so imma just pay ay

Everyone swiping, imma just give her a stipend

Keep this shit up, you'll be paying the piper

Pay when I'm piping

What can I say?

Paying to tap using tap to pay

Double Ds at the DoubleTree

Come on baby get up under me

Tig ol' bitties got them oscillating right in front of me

I'm tryna pollinate, I'm like a bumblebee

I'm having conversations with a younger me

Run away just like a tumbleweed

I feel like obligation isn't fun to me

I go searching for the red lights when I need a break

Big mistake

Caught me staring at her headlights now I know they're fake

Goodness sake

Money talks, no debate

Eat the box, Frosted Flakes

Think her dad's a baker look at all that cake