Ventilation

[Verse 1] Two door Bugatti Coupe, I call it Katy Perry Hold up, that's Rozay flow, do it low say ho, I'm much more scary So very, intrigued Young boy, indeed Don't blame you, ashamed you took so long getting up to speed Sit back relax and breathe I got that ventilation Making love to my words, lyrical penetration Classic shit in the making And I ain't asking, I'm taking Put my foot down and now the ground is like actually shaking Chrome Versace's, or Bugatti's it's all about the cars She like imma' shine big boy you got it, won't you make me a star? Back when a nigga had a VCR, hoes wouldn't give me the time of day With Blue Ray and DVR, now all of the sudden they got time to stay Trying to play, cops and robbers Excuse me if I slobber, your outfit make me wanna holler, Mr. Love a man like ? Don't trick for treats, but if you sweet then I might spend some dollars And I'm on that yellow brick road, I'm throwed, come and follow, holler [Hook] Sit back relax and breathe, I got that ventilation Making love to my words, lyrical penetration Lyrical penetration Making love to my words, lyrical penetration Sit back relax and breathe, I got that ventilation Making love to my words, lyrical penetration Lyrical penetration Making love to my words, lyrical penetration [Verse 2] Ya'll hoes gotta understand, no I am not your man You late, I already ate, I don't wanna date and I'm not finna' hold your hand And I'm not finna' pay your bills, and I can't take care of your kids How the hell I treat you like a ho bitch, if that's what you is I just handles my biz, anything that's with B.E You in C.I.V.I.L.I.Z.E.D And if you know me it's G.P.T., till I go do a show with O.D.B Send shots at moi niggas see, see me these boys ain't hot, just wanna be G Got that meat and some potatoes, baby come season me Got me sounding like a heathen, man this ain't even me I'm just to easily used to bitches deceiving me And if you believe in me, put one in the air and breathe with me [Hook]