MILAN Damedot

[Intro]
(Rell on the track)
(Are you in the mafia?)

[Verse 1]
I know I did you wrong, let me make it up to you
I done bought you everything, so it's hard to amuse you
Prada bags, Gucci shoes, yeah, that's all the usual
I gotta change how you really feel deep inside
I don't wanna lose another good woman 'cause my pride
Without you, I'm not my best, bae, you make me feel alive
The feds hit the door, you ain't cry, you was quiet
No, you not perfect 'cause I caught you in a lie
But you almost perfect for a nigga 'cause you tryin'
You put me in the game, put them niggas on the pine
Everything a dub, I ain't never dropped a dime
I know everything that you like 'cause you mine
I can say I love you without sayin' that I love you
Take you up to Hutch and flood you, smell good when I hug you
Get you flowers off the rip, hit the mall, spend some strips
Put you in a brand new whip, you gon' always be my bitch

[Chorus]
I got a chop in the ride (Drrt), pretty-ass bitch on my side (Mwah)
Here go the bottle, lil' baby, take a shot
That's how it is when you fuck with a dime (Fuck with a dime)
We do steak, lobster, and Dom Pérignon
You a real bad bitch, can we go to Milan? (Can we go to Milan?)
Skydweller or the Patek, I'ma get there on time (I'ma be there)
Any time I say I'm single, they be forming a line (They be waitin')
Any time I be there, just pick up the phone