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Ayy, ayyDon CarleonMigos and Sean Paul in the buildin'Mally MallAnd you know we smoke blunts to the faceBecauseEverybody sayin' up, up awayMy girl, cause the body weh yuh got worth more than 'bout a billionAyy, ayyJust wanna feel yaAyy, ayyAnd get familiar, ayyThe body weh yuh got worth more than 'bout a trillionI just wanna feel yaI wanna steal ya, girlShe gorgeous, I'ma pay her mortgage (gorgeous, mortgage)I'ma buy you Christian Louboutin you can't afford it (Louboutin)Take you on a trip 'cause I know that your nigga borin' (borin')Christian Dior scrapin' on the floor when we boardin' (we boardin')Her booty roll and she go slow motion, I stroke it (woah)There's somethin' 'bout you, you know you special, you golden (special)Smoking gas like I'm Willy Nelson in Belgium (gas)Like the handyman with the hammer, I nailed it (ayy)Come and ride with a G, fly than a feather (ride)Hit it from the back, I'm bussin' like Barettas (nah)Pulled up in my Lamborghini when I met her (skrrt)You nigga kept on cheatin' and I know you fed up (woah)If you wanna keep your lady, better keep your bread up (cash)I had her in my mansion, told her put her leg up (smash)Paid the bill, wrapped her in Chanel from her head up (Chanel)Girl, you're just like an angel, did you come from heaven?You keep it hot with your body, hot with your clothesLove how yuh tan up and a give me di poseHot, hot with your body, hot with your clothesLove how yuh tan up and a give me di poseLike girl, mek mi tek yuh pon an evening cruiseTell yuh seh yuh just cyaah loseGiddy up, giddy upBaby girl, don't get confusedBecause di body weh yuh got worth more than 'bout a billionAyy, ayyJust wanna feel yaAyy, ayyAnd get familiar, ayyDi body weh yuh got worth more than 'bout a trillionI just wanna feel yaYeah, yeahI wanna steal ya, girlThe way that you're talkin', I figured, girl, you look familiar (huh?)Live in luxury, babe, we not regular civiliansI'm a superhero, but once a villain, wanting the millionsGot them notice every time that we in the buildin' (ayy)Walkin' in with them Balmains, out in the sunAnd I fathered all you niggas 'cause rappers, y'all my sonsDon't care that if they catchin' you, you gon' be number oneCame from the bum, servin' crumb, fuckin' bitches stallionsAyy, ayyHundreds of bottles and beautiful models (hunnids)I wanna sing to her, Quavo Sinatra (brr)She know that I'm young but she lovin' my posture (ayy)She told me get rid of my chicks on my roster (woo)Okay, okay, okay (okay)It's cool, girl, whatever you say (whatever you say)She catch a body 'cause she have a AK (rah, rah, rah)She catch a body 'cause she have a AK (pop, pop)And she won't sell workShe gon' ride against the world 'cause that's my girl (skrrt)Céline bag was her dream bag (dream)When she woke up in the mornin', let her seen thatHot with your body, hot with your clothesLove how yuh tan up and a give me di poseHot, hot with your body, hot with your clothesLove how yuh tan up and a give me di poseLike girl, mek mi tek yuh pon an evening cruiseTell yuh seh yuh just cyaah loseGiddy up, giddy upBaby girl, don't get confusedBecause di body weh yuh got worth more than 'bout a billionAyy, ayyJust wanna feel yaAyy, ayyAnd get familiar, ayyDi body weh yuh got worth more than 'bout a trillionI just wanna feel yaYeah, yeahI wanna steal ya, girl
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