Bedsheets

[Chorus]
Truing, baby girl, I want you
Where you goin'? What you doin'?
Hit me up, I come through
Ain't nothin' to it but to do it
Style you up, baby, I'm here
Thousand bucks for your eyewear
Ass on you hefty, you the bomb
Girl, we should be on my bedsheets, word is bond
Smell like flowers who use [?], you the bomb
Lay your ass down on my bedsheets, swear to God

[Verse 1]
Fly you to Peru and ma, better yet
I’m gon’ buy your ass a unicorn, better bet
I ain’t lying, that’s the truest though, cheddar checks
I got all this cash, get you involved to the death
Got all of that ass on her, pop Remy and splash on her
Chase it with her bathwater (taste good, taste good)
Her last man got fast on her, no way I could pass on her
Park up and the crash on her, yeah, yeah
Moving, making my pay
Let me scoop you up inside and [?] take you away
Man, I swear she got to be the sweetest that I ever seen
Pull up in that ride, we get to steaming on that evergreen

[Chorus]
Truing, baby girl, I want you
Where you goin'? What you doin'?
Hit me up, I come through
Ain't nothin' to it but to do it
Style you up, baby, I'm here
Thousand bucks for your eyewear
Ass on you hefty, you the bomb
Girl, we should be on my bedsheets, word is bond
Smell like flowers who use [?], you the bomb
Lay your ass down on my bedsheets, swear to God

[Verse 2]
Your girl get killed though on my bedsheets, they silk yo
Gotta ask how it feel though, come through, we kick it like filcos
I'm cool just like you expected, no fool, I like it in sex bitch
So cute, the type I could f’ with, so cute, the type I could f’ with
Pop a pill, wake up, then, roll again
I gots them bills, them shits be rolling in
She roll it fire, yeah, we blowing wind
She hit the dryer with them rollers in, with them rollers in
Def', man, she's definitely mine, extra lips every time
Textin' me, later she gon’ be sexing me, bet that she grind
Def', man, she's definitely mine, extra lips every time
Textin' me, later she gon’ be sexing me, bet that she grind

[Chorus]
Truing, baby girl, I want you
Where you goin'? What you doin'?
Hit me up, I come through
Ain't nothin' to it but to do it
Style you up, baby, I'm here
Thousand bucks for your eyewear
Ass on you hefty, you the bomb
Girl, we should be on my bedsheets, word is bond
Smell like flowers who use [?], you the bomb
Lay your ass down on my bedsheets, swear to God