I'm not off the juice, baby
But I walk in the room, and I'm stumblin'
Loosen the noose, baby
What a man gotta do to get up in it
Cruise down Melrose with the top down
In the Aston
Tight like Velcro
We could talk about all of your passions
And your fashion, oh yeah
We could fill the drank
And the space on your passport
Driving to your place
Hit the race on the dashboard
Straight to the jeweler from the bank, backboard
I could get ya anything you need if you ask for it
See, I don't wanna be
What you could've said
F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
But I'm gon' take that chance, lil' mama
Spin around, drop do ya dance, lil' mama
Bottle in the booth, get the check at Aroma
Beat it up, put the p**** in a coma
I don't understand how you movin' that way
Giving you my all, hit Rodeo for the day
Broke boy said he tough, yeah
He could've had a V8
Shawty, I'm all you need, yeah
Bet I'm gonna lose my self-control
I'm not off the juice, baby
But I walk in the room, and I'm stumblin'
Loosen the noose, baby
What a man gotta do to get up in it
Cruise down Melrose with the top down
In the Aston
Tight like Velcro
We could talk about all of your passions
And your fashion, oh yeah
We could fill the drank
And the space on your passport
Driving to your place
Hit the race on the dashboard
Straight to the jeweler from the bank, backboard
I could get ya anything you need if you ask for it
Everytime I'm droppin' the top on the Aston
I swear my heart is colder
Show me that love and we get to romancing
Can't deny that I'm coming over
I know you put the work in, buy you a Birkin
I'm certain, you're my Cinderella
No, it's not perfect behind the curtain
But baby, when you drip down in Margiela
It feels some type of way
You give me the time of day, oh
I don't need no space
Ain't no need to imitate
Show you the finer things
Couldn't give less of a f*** what they say, oh
Know I mean what I say
Ain't no need to hesitate
I'm not off the juice, baby
But I walk in the room, and I'm stumblin'
Loosen the noose, baby
What a man gotta do to get up in it?
Cruise down Melrose with the top down
In the Aston
Tight like Velcro
We could talk about all of your passions
And your fashion, oh yeah
We could fill the drank
And the space on your passport
Driving to your place
Hit the race on the dashboard
Straight to the jeweler from the bank, backboard
I could get ya anything you need if you ask for it