[Intro]
(Issa NAIF)
Yeah, yeah
(Rawbone)

[Chorus]
She heard a n***a gettin' commas, she a prima donna
And she a spicy little momma, hotta' then a sauna
She say she get that from her momma, wanna meet her momma
So many flavors, I can taste her, I can call her Fanta

[Verse]
She let me get up in that peach like I flew to Atlanta
And all you n***as out of reach, she had to up her standards
Yeah, I'm too fly, yeah, I'm that guy, feel like I'm never landin'
She said she foreign, so a n***a feelin' so outlandish
I'm DT, LA, I'm with Melly, hotta' than Havana
Don't need no telle' in the valley, hold that as for ransom
Saucin' like jelly, when she see me, man, she call me handsome
Rub on my belly while she fuckin' me, just like she dancin'
Buy drugs like DEA
But that's the T-E-A
Get bread like GPA
Take it like GTA
Please stop cryin', show me signs like it's real estate
You out of line, like you swervin' off the interstate