[Produced By Mike WiLL Made-It]
[Hook]
She could be shorty [x3]
Let her roll the weed for me
She could be shorty [x4]
Let her roll my weed for me
Yeah, she could be shorty
She could be shorty
[Verse 1]
Said she like new Benji's and new Fendi and old BAPE and new Benzes
And late nights when the mood hitting
She like kush more she don't do indica
To be honest almost too into her
One thing man, don't screw it up
Ass thick in that tight dress, so much I wish that it was two of her
Hennessy and expensive weed
[?] hopping, Soho shopping sprees
Spendin' cheese, and on gasoline
And her heels is hot, she be sipping lean
We getting high to enjoy the ceiling
Fly as hell and she down to earth
Or down to mars, somewhere in between
Could be nothing, could be everything
That's saying something, naw girl I ain't playing nothing
You could ball around with me, that's and one
Just know that you're dealing with a player one, that's a heads up
I'm hope that I open, your mind and them legs up
By the end of the night I'm hoping I open
Your mind and them legs up
So what's up?
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
She taking chances, got to say what up to my lowlifes
No set, get chances, nother 40 ounces of that high life
With a fat blunt get my mind right, that's my p**y, she stay tight
Leaving right now, she on the first flight, and she could f** all night
Ain't no telling but I just might, I could tell her when I eat what she taste like
It's just me and you so it's on sight, Hennessy and that's on ice
The way Rosa P was all on Spike, best time of your whole life
Best time of your whole life, I can tell the groupie girl ain't your type
And honestly it ain't mine either
I'm talking clothesblinds and fine reefer
Red wine party in the speaker
Talking red wine party in the speaker
[Hook]