Shorty, I know that you've got options to spare
And you're tired of hearing these dumb*sses
They give you presents even though you ignore them
At home you've got a collection of Rolexes
Shorty, I don't want that you stress out
I know that you're not down for relationships
Babe, I just rolled some blunts
Tell me if I should meet you today to drink some rum
I'm riding in the Benz and I get her in right away
Sometimes she wears a gown and sometimes something short
Such swagger when I light the Philly
I tell her, "babe, I won the lotto"
I went to Dior and grabbed her a purse
And I put her name on it so everyone could see it
I'm hooked 'cause I can take her to heaven
And also to sip cocktails in Lleras
That booty in a bikini, strolling through Santorini
At the hotel or on the beach, I give it to her with no mini
Sometimes when she drinks
She says that she's mixing the feelings
That I talk sweet to her and I say "chilling"
Shorty, I know that you've got options to spare
And you're tired of hearing these dumb*sses
They give you presents even though you ignore them
At home you've got a collection of Rolexes
Shorty, I don't want that you stress out
I know that you're not down for relationships
Babe, I just rolled some blunts
Tell me if I should meet you today to drink some rum
Shorty, I don't want that you stress out
I know that you're not into relationships
Babe, I just rolled some blunts