Girl

[Intro] Vibe with a nigga... Vibe with a nigga... West get the money... [Verse 1: Gatsby] You looking bad through these J. Barnes lenses I'll make you cum tip you come to your senses Freckled skin girl let me come play up in your ear And tell you all the good shit you been dying to hear I got a leg up on them other niggas and a third eye too Skyline view how bout you come slide thru Blonde like Brittany, eyes flooded like Whitney From that green that you toke, fat ass I'm, trying to poke Quick fast, you got my low key fiending for this evening Blonde, brunette, or red, that head be so appeasing You could value my chains like Fields to the rain I pray I can sustain Your demands, scratches on my back show devotion Get it hot and heavy, sea sick from the ocean coasting I can't even think Drop anchor in that thing but I can't even sink Tryna see you coming, won't even blink [Hook] Whether you blonde, brunette, or redhead Tell me what you want, you want Blonde, brunette, or redhead Girl you look good when you're Blonde, brunette, or redhead I can't even choose Blonde, brunette, or redhead Girl, girl, girl, girl [Verse 2] 5'2, you came thru like a southern belle Sophiscated taste laced with number five Chanel See baby girl what you need is a real Man up in your life you fine as hell I'm fly as fuck n my dick is big it ain't hard to tell That ain't a joke You talking wet I'mma keep afloat I might as well as I pull on your hair When I hit it from the rear Tell you to kookie here as I do it, fuck you foolish And trace the freckles from your back down your spine Or have you recline as I dine, blue eyes looking on mine How you want it I'll get you outfits to match how you flaunt it Baby girl money ain't a thing Pussy so good baby this shit ain't even a fling Fuck around about it might cop you a ring Pussy so good baby this shit ain't even a fling Fuck around about it might cop you a ring