[Intro]
Look

[Verse 1]
She a angel and she told me I'm her guardian
She Jamaican, but her batty look Somalian
She rather read, she ain't really into partyin'
It's cold outside so I made her wear my cardigan
Always switching so they wanna know what cars we in
Red seatbelts now they wanna know how fast it is
My private life's way better than my public one
She thought her ex man was the shit and now she laughs at him
So much space up in my crib I feel the draft in it
And I don't care if I got racks, I'm still bargaining