I can ride it while you slippin' and slidin' I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it You can smack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it And every time he leave me alone, he always tell me he miss it He wanna FFR, A.K.A. FFR A.K.A. A.K.A. A.K.A. A.K.A. FFR, OK One thing about me, I'm the baddest alive He know the prettiest bitch didn't come until I arrived I don't let bitches get to me, I fuck they man if they try I got a princess face, a killer body, samurai mind They can't be Nicki, they sound stupid, I just laugh when they try A thong bikini up my ass, I think I'll go for a dive His ex-bitch went up against me, but she didn't survive On application, I write pressure, cause that's what I apply P-p-p-pressure apply, can't fuck a regular guy Wetter than umbrellas and stickier than apple pie Wetter than umbrellas and stickier than apple pie Look, I'm living like a queen This kind of love is getting expensive We know how to live, baby We're luxurious like Egyptian cotton We're so bitchin' up, we're rollin' in cash We ain't got any picket, baby MRL is looking so sparkly I can lick it, I can ride it, while you slip it and slide it I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it You can snack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it And every time he leave me alone, he always tell me he miss it He wanna sugar, honey, sexy, baby When we touch, it turns to gold Sensitive and delicate Kinda like a tuberose You know you are my treasure chest And you're perfection when we kiss And you're my mister, I'm your miss It's gonna be until we're old This kind of love is getting expensive We know how to live, baby We're luxurious like Egyptian cotton I can lick it, I can ride it, while you slip it and slide it I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it You can snack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it And every time he leave me alone, he always tell me he miss it He wanna F-R-E-A-K-F-R-E-A-K-A-K-A-K-E-A-K-F-R-E-A-K Cause what the fuck is this Chanel nigga custom down? Like what the fuck the same Burberry custom brown? He said, could you throw it back while you touch the ground? And he said, do that pussy purr? I said, yeah, meow! Hold up, fuckboys, ain't no need for you to roll up Ain't no need for you to double tap, neither scroll up Keep these bitches on their toes like Manolo I'll be on the lookout when I come through, molo Oh, wow, elegant bitch with a ho glow If it ain't big, then I won't blow any, many, many more Fuck is a T, I just F the G Make him say, uh, just F Master P Ball so hard, I just took a knee Get me Rocky A$AP, nigga, where's the whip? Got it in cashmere, got it in picket, baby Diamond in the rough, it's lookin' so sparkly Workin' so hard every night and day And now we get the baby Tryin' so hard, drapin' up the paper Now we get the baby Workin' so hard every night and day And now we get the baby Baby, baby C'est si jolie, c'est pas possible C'est joli, c'est, c'est joli, c'est cool