[Flo Milli]
Ayy
Cannot be your fantasy girl
No, I can´t be your fantasy girl
Yeah, yeah

[Flo Milli]
I can feel it in my body (Ooh)
Damn, the liquor got me feelin´ naughty (Po´ up)
I tell him, "Meet me in the lobby" (Come on)
Don´t have me waitin´, boy, I´m cocky
Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily (Uh)
He tryna shut me up, I tell him, "Make me" (Mm)
Flaky, I don´t text back if I´m cranky
My nigga stay with that heat like the Navy (Oh)

[Flo Milli]
I took him on an odyssey (Oh)
Used to sleep on the bitch, you owe me an apology (Oh)
And ain´t nobody stoppin´ me (Huh)
Used to hate on the jit, now you claimin´ you proud of me

Lies, I know you feel it inside
He said he hate when I play with his mind (Haha)
Ah, I bet he love when I ride
Just wait ´til I´m actually into the guy
Take a pic´ when I step off the jet (Ooh)
Thought it was love, it ain´t nothin´ but sex (Hah)
He fumble me, now that´s somethin´ to regret
I ain´t tryna leave ´til he cuttin´ the check (Where the money at?)
Doin´ my thing, I´m in the jungle
Stay in your lane (Your lane, ho), bitch, be humble
Ain´t with the gang, smoke it like fronto
Ah, pimpin´ these niggas, like, "Oh my God"
Twenty-one, thick thighs, I´m a hottie (Yeah)
Everything I do, these bitches copy (They do)
If he packin´, I might call him papi (Ooh)

I be shittin´ on hoes, it´s a hobby
And he doin´ the most, tryna clock me
Watch how I move but he know he can´t stop me (Uh, uh, what?)
If he rich, then we Whitney and Bobby (Money)
Nigga ain´t shit like he live in the potty

[Flo Milli]
I can feel it in my body (Ooh)
Damn, the liquor got me feelin´ naughty (Po´ up)
I tell him, "Meet me in the lobby" (Come on)
Don´t have me waiting, boy, I´m cocky
Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily (Uh)
He tryna shut me up, I tell him, "Make me" (Mm)
Flaky, I don´t text back if I´m cranky
My nigga stay with that heat like the Navy (Oh)

[Babyface Ray]

Curve me at first but you feelin´ me now
Poppin´ her shit, sexy lil´ chocolate lil´ bitch
Hope it´s cream fillin´ inside
Money uptight, you can get whatever you like
Broke niggas killin´ the vibe
We on a cloud, say, "It feel like a dream"
Well, baby, we livin´ it now
Twenty-two, new Benz, big body (Twenty-two, new Benz)
Bitch, you look bad, ´cause you nice and he´s naughty (You bad)
Five rounds, fuck her, made her cum, feelin´ godly (Go)
Do it for the culture like ´07 Carti
Don´t leave me, I´m the life of the party
Detroit, baby, put ice in your Cartis
Leave that nigga, that´s right where we started (Yeah)

Heavyweight nigga get light in the ´Rari (For real)

[Flo Milli]
I can feel it in my body (Ooh)
Damn, the liquor got me feelin´ naughty (Po´ up)
I tell him, "Meet me in the lobby" (Come on)
Don´t have me waiting, boy, I´m cocky
Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily (Uh)
He tryna shut me up, I tell him, "Make me" (Mm)
Flaky, I don´t text back if I´m cranky
My nigga stay with that heat like the Navy (Oh)

[ Flo Milli]
Get rid of your ass, get gone
Film videos off my phone
Lil´ stupid ass nigga, I´m grown
Got a new man, I think he catchin´ on

Get rid of your ass, get gone
Get rid of your ass, get gone
Get rid of your ass, get gone
Get rid of your ass, get gone