Fallin'

[Hook] Aw shit, I got her number now I called it, I think I love her now I'm fallin' (fallin') Fallin' (fallin') Fallin' (fallin') Aw shit, I got her number now I called it, I think I love her now I'm fallin' (fallin') Fallin' (fallin') Fallin' (fallin') [Verse 1: Like] I, I think I love her, she make my Mother proud Cloud 9 and I ain't coming down Real booty like this don't come around Look into your eyes, through your Dior frames Lets flow high like when you board planes My boys look at me all strange They like "What this nigga Like on?!" Up late night staring at your icon Photo on your blog site pondering the thought like I'm the one your type baby, I can be your icon, shit Baby I can be your side kick You can be my main thing, I think you're the right fit [Hook] Aw shit, I got her number now I called it, I think I love her now I'm fallin' (fallin') Fallin' (fallin') Fallin' (fallin') Aw shit, I got her number now I called it, I think I love her now I'm fallin' (fallin') Fallin' (fallin') Fallin' (fallin') [Verse 2: Mibbs] I'm about to call her up Cause she's so gorgeous, that ass is so enormous I promise I won't fall in love, with this pussy Wine and a little bit of time is all it took me Now I'm knee deep in it, so much I can sleep in it So good, I think I might skeet skeet in it Oh, shit there goes my conscience I get this picture in my head of me falling She got me calling, fuck it I did Babe, you left your lip-gloss back at my crib I'm at the studio now be back at 10 She right on time, we back at it again, like... [Hook] Aw shit, I got her number now I called it, I think I love her now I'm fallin' (fallin') Fallin' (fallin') Fallin' (fallin') Aw shit, I got her number now I called it, I think I love her now I'm fallin' (fallin') Fallin' (fallin') Fallin' (fallin') [Verse 3: BeYoung] I'll love to take you down on your lunch break Hit the Fallopian, your ex is a crumbcake Hes Nickelodeon you know I'm on my main shit Up at the podium you always give the brain right Call you Smithsonian, we're homies and we're intimate How she get me in the mix track star backyard, cake like intimate Smoking like an Indian, you're raised off Phillipians You know it's real when she makes sure the rent is in Yeah, at first I'd rather be your nigga Time goes fast and our vibes move quicker Couldn't wait a while, kinda crazy How I grew with ya? With the world finna do with us I think I'm... [Hook] Aw shit, I got her number now I called it, I think I love her now I'm fallin' (fallin') Fallin' (fallin') Fallin' (fallin') Aw shit, I got her number now I called it, I think I love her now I'm fallin' (fallin') Fallin' (fallin') Fallin' (fallin')