She be jumpin’ up and down tryna fit that ass in Took her half an hour just to get that belt to fasten All she wanna talk about is partyin’ and fashion Don’t know where she’s going I do not plan on asking, At all. Cus her spirit is free And she, lets nobody else in except for me If her basement is locked, then i swear she would agree I’m the only one she loves There’s no copies of the key, Homie That’s A Guarantee.
Don’t forget that Fendi purse that you put all your cash in kinda hard to concentrate when cameras are flashin’ other dudes would suffocate her I don’t want her gaspin’ don’t know where she’s going and I do not plan on asking at all, I’ve never been the type, felt alike lyrics courtesy of Killerhiphop.com my connection with n-ggas that wanna fight over women, thats not right theres too many in the World homie you can have your pick but I swear that ones my girl I swear that one’s my girl…