[Part I: FANTASTIC LUV?]
[Intro: Skullyx1 & Grill Z]
It’s on me, I got almost everythin' I needed with you
There’s something, ayy
There’s something, ayy
There’s some- (Whipped in your fan-)

[Verse 1: Skullyx1]
Only a queen could pull this off, show me what you got
I wanna live through the darkness, seek through the darkness
I wanna know

[Pre-Chorus: Skullyx1]
Ha, ha, ha

[Chorus: Skullyx1 & Grill Z]
Give me the time, make sure I’m ready
Whipped in your fantastic love, 'til I don’t know what goin' on
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ooh
Ooh-ooh
I- I, I swear on my love, I swear, I- (Ooh, ooh-ooh)
Make a mess (I won’t blame you), set the trends
Hoo, hoo (Hoo, hoo)
High, (high)
High, (high)
[Verse 2: Grill Z]
Hoo-hoo, hoo
It’s all fine, it’s all fine
I’m fine, I ain’t swallowin' your kind
“Did I hear a little somethin', somethin', somethin', somethin'?”
You ask, but I’m already in a brazy night

[Outro: Skullyx1]
Oh-oh, come and save me 'til I CAB

[Part II: CAB!!!]
[Intro: Grill Z]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh, uh
Yeah!
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah
Oh-oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse: Grill Z]
Yeah, yeah
On them drugs like, when you gon' save that case for your flight?
My credit card declined her but bitch, I still might
Then if I kill you, imma see you outside
Put the little lines inside, put the little lines inside
I was workin' wit' a dime on my pay time
He was walkin' overtime with a case on, never take my little time on vacation
Never take a little break on vacation
I was workin' hard, now I’m out of patience
You took too much, now I’m gonna- wait, what?
You took away ways in trust, now I’m gonna lay low (Low, low, low)
Yeah, yeah
Money sees, all I fuckin' see is green (Green, grr-grr)
Rollin' weed, smoke this weed
Now we up, on the beach
Yeah, yeah (Fuck-fuck off-off)
Money trees, all my assignments ain’t done (I ain’t paid)
I ain’t pay for 'em, I never paid for my taxes and bills
I had to pay my taxes and bills, you feel?
Homie, I ain’t really tryna like a satellite, I just got a lot of stuff on my damn mind
And I’ve been tryna wake up like every night, stayin' up every night
3 AM on the dot, I was gettin' high
Yeah, yeah
Never tell you bitches on the low
I was comin' out my shell, but I had a lot of talkin'
Took a lot of time, it felt like hell
Bitch, I still might bite if hear “Do it for you”
I gon' get me some food, and I’m gonna get a tool
Well, that’s sick
Pull out a choppa, I ain’t ever greet a lil' bitch wit' a packa
You want me to stop her (Fuck off), you wanna pop it
All on the phone, she be callin' me papa
Bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch), (fuck off)
You know I just got it
You ain’t say nuthin' 'bout me invited to your party
Well, that’s kinda lame, we 'aboutta catch a body
[Outro: Grill Z]
Cabby