Mood - Papi

You know what I mean, man

They ain’t getting it like I am

Aha, yeah, promise (man)

It’s 10:55 in the morning on a Friday (yes it is)

And I’m not doing a damn thing

I gotta tell you something

I’mma tell you how I really did

Slipped through with the silver, no tent

3-pointed star, got your girl up in the car

Ripping on broadway in the broad day

Girl, we fucking on your daddy’s couch

You scream my name like «watch your mouth, watch your mouth»

That’s gotta be some type of sin

You got my back like «get it in, get it in»

Ay, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do

Pulling hair, you lick between your two front teeth

Just you and me

The energy you got is something like a goddess

But even when you don’t got it you still find

Pineapple juice, got that from up in the tube

Mother told me who go good for you

Yeah, it’s going right down

Put your ass on the dance floor

Want to see you twirl

One time for me

One time for me

I just had to check you out

Had to see if you was fine for me

I know I’m fine for you, yeah

I knew it from the first conversation

No makeup, some lipstick, your hair did and that’s it

That’s it (uh)

That’s it (yeah)

That’s it (listen)

Imma take you to this party

Lowkey you can be comfortable

My friends are there

The speed limit post it says 65

We going at least double, now that’s trouble

Cause she didn’t say slow down one time

Shorty must be out of mind

It’s all good cause I love her

It’s all good cause I’m out of mind

Pull up to the spot and the whole team there

Never asked the plug if the whole thing there

If he’s square, then I’m square, and that’s straight

If you ain’t here, then you ain’t square

And that ain’t straight with me

I been posted up, not been stressing shit

Why would I be stressing it?

When I get to it, I get to it

My torch flame lit on Olympic shit

I be suited up, I be on my business thing

And my boy hit the gas one time

His tires be whipping up Route 9

Strong with the super charger and the caddy too

Make him more thirsty than the lips on Kylie do

Good life vision, tryna get my cash flow up

Like my dad, I don’t call him that

But I’m sure he was chopping up in the kitchen

Tryna get cheddar, or get highs whatever

I just don’t get down like that, it’s whatever

11PM thoughts got me thinking bigger, better

Yeah, well I guess that’s subjective

So keep on, keep living reckless

Who am I to judge

Slid in the AMG with the buzz

When’s the last time I studded up

Fuck, I gotta give me another one

Yup, I gotta give me another one

I lost traction, heartbeat racing

Seems like ages, now he’s ‘bout to be home

Been a long time waiting

Hope y’all ready for it

Just be patient

We about to fuck this game up crazy

Y’all basic

Whole fucking crib full of girlies naked

We got the situation

I’d be goddamn if I let you take it, face it (face it)