Letras
Yea
(A-A-All Girls go to Heaven)
(Shh-shh)
That's not my bitch
That's my lady
We goin' west
We goin' crazy
She sippin' syrup
I know she hate it
But that's my girl
Yea that's my baby
I'm what you need, I want to show you off
Balenci' bags, I know you want em' all
Ride in the Jag', I think you made it far
Don't got a dad, that's what you need me for
Yea you subtract, the men ain't worth your heart
And you got tagged, I know that you a star
You don't need MAC, cause you're a pretty girl
And if you ask, girl you got my heart
Yea
You're my reason that I come through in the cut
I know you see me pop my shit, I'm going dumb
I know you see me when I move through, I ain't stuck
And I got ladies, baby I do not have sluts
And when I see you I think that I've been in love
All this time passed, I thought I was done
Out of all these women, baby you're the one
Yeah you're the one (yea)
That's not my bitch
That's my lady (That's my lady)
We goin' west
We goin' crazy (Yea, yea, yea)
She sippin' syrup
I know she hate it
But that's my girl
Yea that's my baby
You ain't had no tats
What made you change it
You got it stamped right where imma break it
You badder than bad
Oh you upset?
I ain't call you back cause I'm inside of the jet (yea)
I was just fucking with someone to hold me down while you not around
Cause you shorty you felt like a molly (molly)
Shorty you feel like a molly
Just like a molly in my body
I was just fucking with someone to hold me down while you not around
I tried to stay off of drugs
Without your love I gave up
Without your love I gave up
Without your love I gave up