​molly ​iann dior (Ft. Bernard Jabs)

[Intro: Bernard Jabs]
Mic check, one, two, ayy, ayy
Mic check, one, two, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: Bernard Jabs & iann dior]
Me and shawty on the highway, going back to my place
We were in the driveway, park it in the driveway
Cuban like my chain, going to a higher stage
She gon' come to my place, do whatever I say (What, yeah)

[Chorus: iann dior & Bernard Jabs]
Got a lil' shawty (Got a lil' shawty)
She off a molly, she in love with the drugs
Wanna fuck, when I'm done, kick her out, no time for fun
If you talking, show me what's up, got Lil Tecca with the drum
Now you quiet, how it's 'sposed to be, lil' nigga, you look dumb
Wait, yeah
I been in any bitch in my space
Why'd he got that shit? He gotta ship it back across-state
When I fuck lil' shawty, she can't ever stay at my place
I can't ever fuck 'cause I don't know what I'm supposed to say (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Bernard Jabs]
She be undercover, I can't let it show
Shawty love to trap and shit, she cook and sell the dope
If you ever got an issue, you can let me know
He said he got it coming through, I need 'bout three of those
I need 'bout three of those, I need 'bout three or more
Don't really need a bitch, ain't no problem to let her go
But if you fuck somebody else, you gotta let me know
I really want you to myself, but gotta let you go, lemme know