She bad and she know it
She's in school she like poets
That's Shakespeare and that's Maya

Papaya's what she's clothed in
If it's not that then it's Polo
She's sexy but she know though

I'm staring at every single photo on Gram
Every time I see her, Hallelujah Amen


Hook

Man I ain't never really had no crush

You make me blush
I think it's to early to call this love
But I don't wanna call it luck

You take the air right out of my lungs
My words right off of my tongue
Christian Dior and True Religion

Got you walking around like a nun
What you really tryna do though
We can take our numero unos and make them duo

I can pay what you owe
On the tab from the restaurant where we ate
Filet Mignon on your plate

Flutes filled with champagne
Grapes from the north of France
Bottle from where it's made

I told them all I would be here with a leer
From blowing that sticky I call it adhere
To sitting at restaurants

With upper echelons
All in my ear until I can't hear
All it took was a year

Was on the outside like a peel
But now I'm in like the pulp
I can't tell you how that feels