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[Hook/Chorus]
Talk to me nice, set the mood off in here
Still downtown, no crew up in here
All the dogs with me, make it hard just to move up in here
Like is it the right time, baby?
[Verse]
This is the right time
Pour up the white wine
All of these bands on me
Like it’s a lifeline
Givenchy for all of my niggas
We pull up and slip, it’s the nighttime
Fucking bitches in the white robes
Let me know that it’s the right time
All my niggas, they be repping it
Red bottom when I step in it
Niggas with me, gotta let ’em in
Soles with me, that’s the definite
Nice with me, that’s a definite
Now you met her with the dogs
Gotta fuck ’em all ‘fore you meet the President
Walked in, all cleaned up
Made her whole clique all bust down
Walked in, got tooled up
Youse look now like touchdown
Pulled up in the I8
With a shirt saying, “Why hate?”
Niggas talking I’ma violate
Bitch I’m fucking up the tristate
Uh, Givenchy for all of my niggas
2017, we leaving the centrefold on the table
For all of you niggas
Coming for all of the figures
I’m fucking all of you bitches
Don’t need to call on you bitches
Ay baby, I’m all in Givenchy
[Hook/Chorus]
Talk to me nice, set the mood off in here
Still downtown, no crew up in here
All the dogs with me, make it hard just to move up in here
Like is it the right time, baby?
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I heard word around town is I’m popping now
Bad bitch recline my seat before she top me down
Just invested in two choppers and they on me now
Bitch all you hear was ‘grr grr’ when I’m hopping out
Put them bitches in a Range Rove’
Hit a mission with my niggas then I change clothes
Niggas running for that paper like Usain Bolt
You hit my bitch I fuck your girl, that’s how the game go
You know how that saying go
Girl, you know I’m popping off
Give me head and make sure you make that shit sloppy now
If you with it you gon’ meet me at the lobby now
Say you not but girl I know that you are probably down
Now what you talking ’bout?
[Bridge]
What you talking ’bout?
Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah
What you talking ’bout?
Never do we get in town but tonight feels
[Hook/Chorus]
Like the blue jays
New Toronto bitch we balling on your blu-rays
I’ve been mobbing round the city for like two days
Stashing all this dirty money in a suit case, woah
[Verse 2]
Don’t you know that we got plenty choppers
Any bitch inside my kitchen cook like Betty Crocker
Niggas say that they gon’ rob me bitch don’t make me stop you
Uncle Speedy, B. M.F., he down to let it drop you
Hit G Weed on the cellphone
Make that call from Compton they’ll be out on Melrose
Trained shooters and they down to touch the railroad
And they down to do you colder than the hail snow, woah
That shit tell you that I’m popping now
When I pull up in that Wraith, that ain’t no talking now
Hater niggas talking payments but I bought it, wow
Reason why we not pull up, them bitches hopping out
Now what you talking ’bout?
[Bridge]
What you talking ’bout?
Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah
What you talking ’bout?
Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah
[Outro]
Never do we ever get the time, never seen again, right
Now I want the time, today I got the time, right
I’m down south, east Atlanta, Georgia
And I’m riding, yeah, and I’m rolling, yeah
Took the train down south, old bars, strip clubs down dirty 6, yeah
And I’m rolling, yeah
Rolling downtown, west 401
Rolling, yeah
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