48 Floors Tory Lanez (Ft. Mansa)

[Part I]

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
I can't make no dinner, but a nigga whip the breakfast
We can smoke, we can fuck, what's your preference?
Wrote to Santa just to put you on my sex list
You got that million dollar on at the Craigslist
Aw yeah, and you know who I am
All these bitches in the crib, they just go there to dance
And I'm in and out the bank like I go there to scam
We can go to Miami, girl, we can go get some tan, oh yeah
Liquor poured up, women called up, fuck it all up, oh yeah
In the condo, you know how it go, give it up slow

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
48 floors, that's the way we going
Open up the Wraith doors, oh yeah
And don't make me wait for ya
Pussy so good, I should have to pay for it, oh yeah
48 floors, that's the way we going
Open up the Wraith doors, oh yeah
And don't make me wait for ya
Pussy so good, I should have to pay for it, yeah
So good, I should have to pay for it

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Saved you under peach emojis in my contact
So when you hit me, you remind me just to call back
Tell them niggas like the Summer coming, fall back
She cashing out at 4 A.M., I'm 'bout to fall in, okay
We found love in the club, what you call that?
We wound up in the tub, and I bossed that
We still fuckin' on the bed, to the left, Tory
We still got this shit lit, 48 floors