Jamaica Damedot

[Intro]
(Rell On The Track)

[Verse 1]
Every chance I get, I gotta tell her she the shit
Out-of-town trips, it's just me and my loyal bitch
She was right there when my niggas played on the fence
This shit we got is one thousand, ain't no hit or miss
Swear I just wanna see you up, wanna see you rich
Hate when you listen to your friends, that shit make me sick
You need to get some boss bitch friends, 'cause they ain't on shit ('Cause they ain't on shit)
Soon as I land, bae, give me kiss (Mwah)
You can get whatever, these hoes, the ain't gettin' shit
Go get two bags and some shoes with the matchin' print
You can get a Louis V Yorkie to match the 'fit (Rrr)

[Chorus]
I feel like I owe you everything that you ever want
Got all the reasons to leave, but you never don't
I said I love them hoes, but I really don't (I don't)
You and my son really what my heart beatin' for (Ooh, Rell)
Let's take a trip to Jamaica (Let's take a trip)
I can't promise hoes ain't gon' want me, I'm a real player (Woo)
All the hoes mad 'cause you got me, they some real haters (They some real haters)
Dior, Chanel, I got real flavors
I can get her waist snatched, I got real paper
She ain't playin' with a bag, that's a dealbreaker (That's a dealbreaker)
Ooh, she pretty with no ass, but I still take her
Ooh, I hit him with the fin, sent him to his maker (Sent him to his maker)