I've been in the stool late, working on residuals If we never speak again, I'm too glad I got to tell the truth I ain't done counting You wanna come to paradise? Matter of fact, you wanna come to Pluto? She told me she was an angel She fucked two rappers and three singers She got a few athletes on speed dial I'm trying to get the case dismissed before I see trial And these coating hammers ain't got nothing to do with my look, child No, this coating ain't got nothing to do with my look, child I used to sell dope at my grandma's house as a rude child All these cameras all fucking with my mood, wild And each I ain't clanking back and forth, they too loud Ain't no damn way this wasn't promising I know damn well this must be coming Like favorite Papagellas at the condo Technically, I never packed up a need Left 80 racks in a dresser you can keep And I got this bad ting at disposal I cooked it up and then I went global My baby mama put some drains rolling Had to make sure I got it fully loaded Can't be the one and then you get exposed If you the one, then God will let me know But at the same time, I like to vibe with one I'm paranoid, I gotta ride with one And I had to explain to her last night Had to send this one freak on the last flight Had to send this one freak on the last flight On the last flight Won't get a response from me, ain't no confession Before I tell a lie, won't tell you nothing And the time I got you, girl, you my possession Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Standing on black socks, meet me at the yacht dock Ice and I plop, watch pictures on my clock Maybe it's the drop, we getting our feelings I don't know how you would feel about me if I ain't have millions I'm conversing with you, I hope you hear me Keep a promise to take my love with you everywhere And hell no, ain't about no braggin' rights But even if it was, shit, I got it Pinstripes on her hard top, who got it? She told me she was an angel She fucked two rappers and three singers I'ma keep it genuine and tell the truth to you Got this joint, she know what to do with me And right now, I don't know what to do with you I don't wanna sound like I'm being rude with you She caught a red, I leave in L.A. I shoulda gave her to the valet And I had to tell her about Miami After she came with no panty Won't get a response from me, ain't no confessions Before I tell a lie, I won't tell you nothing Anytime I got you, girl, you my possession Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection *