作词 : Jonathan Kirk/Tahj Morgan/Dondre Moore/Jasper Lee Harris
 作曲 : Jonathan Kirk/Tahj Morgan/Dondre Moore/Jasper Lee Harris
Let's go
Yeah yeah Neeko you made that mother****in' beat
Ah nah
You know it's Baby nigga hahaha
Hah
Oh Lord Jetson made another one
Ha
She wanna **** with me but I don't got the time
Mmh mmh
I just hopped a private plane and went and hopped on 85
Yeah
Go call my chauffeur b***h 'cause I don't like to drive
We in Suburbans back to back and we gon' fill 'em up with vibes
Let's go
Fill 'em with vibes
Yeah
Get in and ride
Yeah yeah
And no a nigga not blind
Uh-uh
But I keep the stick and I'm firin'
b***h
I ain't met a nigga in life
That's ****in' with me say he did then he lyin'
Mmh mmh
Got so many vibes stuffed in the car
We can **** them hoes six at a time
No cap
I make them hoes say That nigga so fine
Ooh
Girl he got the d**k you can feel in your spine
Yeah
Yeah that what they say about Baby
You know that them b*****s don't play about Baby
Baby should go run for president
Look what God did took his time with me
Yeah yeah
Got a red and white ho like a peppermint
Ooh
Put the hotel take the vibes in
She gon' **** me and **** on my brethren
Uh
My brother 'nem havin' three hoes in the king size
I ain't finished yet
Mmh
Get another b***h Mmh
Got her ridin' d**k and screamin'
Yeehaw
Mmh mmh mmh mmh
Make me proud girl you a cowgirl
Huh
She did a handstand I'm like Wow girl
Okay okay
Got me ****in' her upside-down
Ooh mmh
Baow baow
Yeah we goin' dumb say she wanna cum
Mmh
I'm lookin' like When She lookin' like Now
Some more came in say they want it too
I tagged in my brother b***h I'm out
Bye
I know
She wanna **** with me but I don't got the time
Mmh mmh yeah
I just hopped a private plane and went and hopped on 85
Yeah
Go call my chauffeur b***h 'cause I don't like to drive
We in Suburbans back to back and we gon' fill 'em up with vibes
Let's go
She wanna **** with me but I don't got the time
Mmh mmh
I just hopped a private plane and went and hopped on 85
Yeah
Go call my chauffeur b***h 'cause I don't like to drive
We in Suburbans back to back and we gon' fill 'em up with vibes
Look
Let's get on a jet
Yeah
Come give me some neck
Yeah yeah
She ain't pickin' up
Huh
And her nigga just called she gon' send him a text
I don't need no doc' b***h you know
I'm a dog better send me the vet
Ever made you a million
I tell 'em Riddle me that ain't offended me yet
My b***h drink Bacardi I'm in this b***h feelin' like 'Set
Okurr
Quarter-mill on my neck
One-point-two on the crib four hundred thou' on the whip
D**kin' down your lil' b***h
I'm 'bout to go buy me a coupe
Zoom
Pull up make the doors raise the roof
Yeah
Louis V army fatigue
Yes sir
Hop out with a pole like a troop
Yeah get in there
Baby Ray Allen from three
Swish
You leave me open I shoot
Baow baow
We like Martin and Pam at the hotel
Uh
We kickin' hoes out get the boot
Mmh
These hoes catchin' bodies they 'bout it
Yeah
We having new vibes in the lobby
New vibes
That's wherever we go ain't no problem
No problem
I just told a b***h no she was childish
Bye
Pulled up
She wanna **** with me but I don't got the time
Mmh mmh
I just hopped a private plane and went and hopped on 85
Yeah
Go call my chauffeur b***h 'cause I don't like to drive
We in Suburbans back to back and we gon' fill 'em up with vibes