More songs by Bryson Tiller
More songs by BabyDrill
Description
Associated Performer: Bryson Tiller feat. BabyDrill
Composer, Associated Performer, Lyricist: Bryson Tiller
Associated Performer: BabyDrill
Composer, Lyricist: Philip Anthony Coleman, Jr.
Lyricist, Composer: DelQuristo Wilson
Lyricist, Composer: Tomi Mannonen
Producer: NES
Producer: Kill September
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Mike Seaberg
Assistant Engineer: Chris Bhikoo
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah.
She said, "Come with me," fuck lil' baby. I say she bad, so I bought her a passport.
Yeah, she got an WAG, so I had to put the G on that lock.
My ass so fat, gotta lean on that lock. Rotrista, whatever she want, bitch, I'm buyin'.
Yeah, she hit the cup and she eat it, don't sit back and drive.
Yeah, I gave a diamond to my bitch as a treat, I did. I gave a bag to my bitch, I did.
LV, Louis luggage, come through trim, she know she is, she is. I put a ten in the trip.
I put Chanel in the seat, what you mean? I put a bag on my bitch.
Open the garage, it's a double R rollie. She tryna see the stars in my whip, and I just showed her.
I got the diamonds on me and that cold as a mother!
Rotrista, she want it, I'm payin', I'm buyin'. Yeah, that pussy be Aquafina, I just jump in and dive.
I just want you in my life, I don't need nobody else.
All the shit I love, I talk.
See, young nigga really havin' this shit, for real.
She keep askin' me like, "Where we gon' go? How we gon' go?
When we gon' go?
-If we goin' actually? " Yeah. Forsure!
-First, let me think, let me drink my drink.
Pour and stir, clink, toast the drink, 'posed to break the bank. Oh, you heard? My check come in blank.
Pick your favorite number, know you worth at least one trip to Saint. St. Trope this summer, fuck the Burt.
Girl, don't pack no bag, you finna go plat, I'm spendin' a million on you.
I'ma just max this Amex Black, then I'm throwin' them bills on you.
She be talkin' 'bout slime, I be callin' her slime, no cap, unseal it on you.
Chi-Town, I drill it on you.
Girl, don't pack no bag, you finna go plat, I'm spendin' a million on you.
I'ma just max this Amex Black, then I'm throwin' them bills on you.
She be talkin' 'bout slime, I be callin' her slime, no cap, unseal it on you.
Chi-Town, I, Chi-Town, Chi- Chi-Town drill it on you.
-Mm, mm, alright.
-Yeah, the way you make me feel is so -unusual. -I ain't used to it.
This shit is different, this shit feel real.
That's why I gotta make life easy for you.
-I make life so easy. -That's right.
Girl, you changed my life, life, life, life.
That's right, that's right.