[DeVante' Hall: Verse 1]

She just wait for me to get up in it
Playin' wit her feelings (fillings)
Call me Dentist, girl
That pussy get the drilling
And she get it, on her money chasin millions
And she screamin'
Got her legs up to the ceiling
How's that for a pic, huh?
Throw it back for a n***a (ok, ok)
Although I don't call you
You run my mind like basketball do
Got a basketball ass
With a racquetball class too
Can't lie
Couldn't let you pass through
How i snatched you
Damn, like that shawty?
I fucked her good but
Then she call forward me
She must got another n***a
All good, I got some bitches
Don't compare to other n***as, this shit senseless
I been sort of thinkin' lately
You can be my one and only, lady.. HA!

[DeVante' Hall: Verse 2]
Mercedes baby, come on, let's ride
Girl you fly, have you rode a G5?
Me neither, shit
I ain't gon lie
But these the things that a Queen need in her life
Real n***a and I need a real wife
Tryna get rich, tryna get right
No dishes, you know we gone dine
Appetize McDonalds fries
With a shake on the side
Now we up in that line
Bet a n***a won't say shit
If he do, he will take hits
Like, you know I'm known to break shit, ha
She ugly, she basic
But she got me on her playlist
I guess that makes sense
Now we take lift
Good weed
These them grapes, bitch!