Nananananana
Baby girl, lets start slow
I dont want to fuck up and get your heart broke
They dont want to me come up nigga i know
Come thru in a car u see in a car show

It goes so fast you can´t drive slow
Stash Box somewhere by the car door
Used to know somebody know he John Doe
I know you feeling the melodies in my flow

It goes
Nananananana
Smoke coming out the window when we driveby
Overtime niggas ballin´ lettin time fly
I hope you understand now
Being broke dat was never my plan now
She took a picture of me when I had my pants down
Now she throwin´ everything on the gram now

Ha
Old hoes be so cold, so cold
Nigga tell me what I dont know bout it
Rose Gold before i spend this shit in snow