Studio

[Hook: BJ the Chicago Kid] I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby But this song so fuckin' dope, girl, it's harder not for me to blaze it To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I was blazin' So I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] On and off of tour, know it get stressful time and time But don't stress about them whores you the only one that's on my mind Just worrying about you baby When I make it home you gon' make us go into a round 2 baby Show that pussy no remorse This is what it costs to be famous to buy them shoes you afford Late night session after session, she can drive you a Porshe Its what I sacrifice for that expensive taste you got to fill your appetite I made our dreams come true All them nights you stay awake I swear I make it worth it Cause I appreciate your patience and that body so perfect All the time I spent away I can't help but think about you baby Facetime and the freaky things you say When the flight land I be on my way, gone [Hook: BJ the Chicago Kid]