[Intro]
(Honorable Court)
I ain’t gon' lie, you the best thing that ever happened to me
You ain’t nothin' like my last
Give me a lighter Black Bo, yeah
[Chorus]
Baby we can spend our whole life up in the castle
Say they get money, we gon' get that money faster
Steady gettin' that money from them tickets like a raffle
No need to move fast, we just started on this chapter
I’m like fuck them other niggas 'cause I feel I'm the realest
I ain't worried bout these hoes 'cause I feel like you the sickest
Deep up in your stomach tryna make sure that you feel this
Say you full of pain and I feel like I can heal it
[Verse 1]
Livin' like a rapper, told you that I’m not a trapper
Father locked up in a slammer, I’m yo' daddy, you are not a bastard
Hit it from the back, you clappin'
Tryna catch yo' breath, you gaspin'
Take you for to see the ocean, baby, I’m signed to Atlantic
Take you through the Nawf, show you what them slums 'bout (They 'bout)
Thuggin' with my dogs, whole lotta guns out
Tell you that I love you but don’t trust you, that is not my fault
Tell me where yo' head at, touchin' where yo' legs at
You wan' get some money? I could show you where the bread at
Tell me get on top of you, girl you shouldn’t of said that
Move you from the couch and I’ma take you where the bed at
But look though, man I swear we could really do it
(Honorable Court)
I ain’t gon' lie, you the best thing that ever happened to me
You ain’t nothin' like my last
Give me a lighter Black Bo, yeah
[Chorus]
Baby we can spend our whole life up in the castle
Say they get money, we gon' get that money faster
Steady gettin' that money from them tickets like a raffle
No need to move fast, we just started on this chapter
I’m like fuck them other niggas 'cause I feel I'm the realest
I ain't worried bout these hoes 'cause I feel like you the sickest
Deep up in your stomach tryna make sure that you feel this
Say you full of pain and I feel like I can heal it
[Verse 1]
Livin' like a rapper, told you that I’m not a trapper
Father locked up in a slammer, I’m yo' daddy, you are not a bastard
Hit it from the back, you clappin'
Tryna catch yo' breath, you gaspin'
Take you for to see the ocean, baby, I’m signed to Atlantic
Take you through the Nawf, show you what them slums 'bout (They 'bout)
Thuggin' with my dogs, whole lotta guns out
Tell you that I love you but don’t trust you, that is not my fault
Tell me where yo' head at, touchin' where yo' legs at
You wan' get some money? I could show you where the bread at
Tell me get on top of you, girl you shouldn’t of said that
Move you from the couch and I’ma take you where the bed at
But look though, man I swear we could really do it
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