[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
She got a Bugatti body, yeah she a beast in the streets
She from the projects, the hood, you know same spot as me
I told her "We already rich, shawty, I need a freak"
Do some secrets to you, if you do some secrets to me
I won't tell nobody, remind me of Yaris
Beat it up in that foreign, shawty ride with a real nigga
Faded V-12 on the arm, ex-boyfriend won't leave her alone
She ain't livin' in the past, tryna move it on, text me one day when me alone
Same house I was trappin' at, same house I was stashin' in
In the front room on the couch, tryna knock her back in
Makin' love on the dope money, she in love with a dope boy
And she ain't worried 'bout them other hoes, old boy Mike got one
Don't be ashamed of the projects shawty, let 'em know you a project shawty
Peace to the puss and never to the shh, them other hoes can't buy that shawty
I'm from the ghetto, doors on the Lam' say hello
Ass in the pan like jello, lookin' real real good in them stilettos, but she still ghetto
[Verse 2: August Alsina]
I love the way you keep them heels on
Hair ain't yours but it’s paid for and it’s real long
Show them tattoos when you switch it up with your J's on
And you got an ass so fat that I can’t help but to feel on and you keep it real
When it comes to having sex, girl you don’t ever flex
Long as I fuck you good, you ain’t worried 'bout what’s next
That’s why I keep you here, you ain’t like them other hoes
'Cause you the fucking best, just in case you didn’t know
She got a Bugatti body, yeah she a beast in the streets
She from the projects, the hood, you know same spot as me
I told her "We already rich, shawty, I need a freak"
Do some secrets to you, if you do some secrets to me
I won't tell nobody, remind me of Yaris
Beat it up in that foreign, shawty ride with a real nigga
Faded V-12 on the arm, ex-boyfriend won't leave her alone
She ain't livin' in the past, tryna move it on, text me one day when me alone
Same house I was trappin' at, same house I was stashin' in
In the front room on the couch, tryna knock her back in
Makin' love on the dope money, she in love with a dope boy
And she ain't worried 'bout them other hoes, old boy Mike got one
Don't be ashamed of the projects shawty, let 'em know you a project shawty
Peace to the puss and never to the shh, them other hoes can't buy that shawty
I'm from the ghetto, doors on the Lam' say hello
Ass in the pan like jello, lookin' real real good in them stilettos, but she still ghetto
[Verse 2: August Alsina]
I love the way you keep them heels on
Hair ain't yours but it’s paid for and it’s real long
Show them tattoos when you switch it up with your J's on
And you got an ass so fat that I can’t help but to feel on and you keep it real
When it comes to having sex, girl you don’t ever flex
Long as I fuck you good, you ain’t worried 'bout what’s next
That’s why I keep you here, you ain’t like them other hoes
'Cause you the fucking best, just in case you didn’t know
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