Oh my god, boys to cry, ay L-Bitch is classy, she wears bricks Hope she doesn't tell her friends I got flashbacks, pick her up in a whip Mirror and many designer drugs in her saddlebag We're not coming back tonight She says she doesn't want to be alone tonight No bad vibes with a bad bitch She's mad, nice in her bed, fit, ay Baby, she doesn't get enough from me And now she forgets we're on the radio She wears her chains from Fendi Faded, I won't go to the phone today Come away, as you know, we're fancy Boys to cry Baby loves the 808 Last night shank, I am fade away Bae wants to be free and she lives from gate to gate I'm high, smoke lemonade, drink Gatorade Baby loves the 808 I'm way too dead, hope I win, she take away She wants to be with me and baby wants to be so high She lives from gate to gate, I'm high again, drink Gatorade and fade away On the back, on the back, bitch is nilo-nilo Low-key, also down with your broskies For her, everyone is a trophy, ay When she's lying naked on your lap Then you shit safely on your broskies And she's not lonely anymore today She lives the nightlife She has no time for sleep again Lost because too much drugs Still awake for days She wants to be free again Give a fuck what you tell her Three lines on the mirror She doesn't want to be alone Baby loves the 808 Smoke one so gun blaze away Bae wants to be free and she lives from gate to gate I'm high, smoke lemonade, drink Gatorade Baby loves the 808 I'm way too dead, hope I win, she take away She wants to be with me and baby wants to be so high She lives from gate to gate, I'm high again, drink Gatorade and fade away