[Verse 1] Oh, better tell me where your hidin' if I can't seek Tell me what level your on if I can't reach Somewhere in the middle Is where we're gonna have to meet Trill n***a with his all gold rings and gold teeth Got me looking like a bag of money He looking like a bag of money Spend it on me, talk ain't nothing if it don't swipe or beep If we're spending on the cheap, b**h better keep the receipt Tell 'em take a back seat, it's gotta be alright Party party party, it's gotta be all night Everything's swaggy, it's gotta worn right If your looking for a tramp I can't be your type Got the deejay here playin' them bangers All we need is more girls and more guys Get everyone trippy so that they could be honest Cause when they're not it's bullsh** and more lies And it goes like [Hook] ? [Verse 2] Tell me where you are if you want you can come find me Me looking forever I'll tell you that's unlikely If you're not him, well I'm so sorry But I have no choice but to let you down politely Give me what I want and not anything less Or give me the whole world I promise to invest I'm a Bougie girl not wearing a pink dress So if he's wearing skinnies I'm showin him interest I got them all impressed, they like my style A couple years pa**ed and I got 'em like 'how?' I swear she was Little Sim B when I met her Now she doing big things and making them go 'wow!' Oh yeah that's me, I'm doing you all proud And I promise I'm heading beyond them clouds So if I haven't already I just wanna thank ya But for now I'm looking for my Pretty Boy Gangsta Pretty Boy [Hook] I'm most definitely feeling the vibe on this I reckon it's um, it's more of a chilled sort of um, sort of sound But um, I don't know sometimes I like to do weird sh** like switch it up, anyway [Verse 3] Got the baddest ever flows and they know that they love 'em Got these laps around the track and they really want me to run And if you piss me off, then piss me off by just pressing the bu*ton But don't be surprised if I switch on you all of a sudden, oh It's the end and I'm feeling it coming If you put a guitar in my hands, I probably will strum it And sing along, if you know the words better to hum it Sing it boy, I know you got a little voice for a pretty boy, oh [Hook]