[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Word, word, word

Look
One birdie in the head
It's worth more than if it's in a tree
I hit the rain man dance
Pour that water over me
God blessed the game again (Blessed the game again)
Gotta catch the plane again (Catch the plane again)
Oh you and me now? (You and me now)
Gotcha phone on speed dial (Phone on speed dial)
Oh nah, this new to me and I don't like that shit (Nah)
I don't usually go to love from a like that quick
Rich n***a with a lightening stick
Give you my possessions, but you not affected (Uh huh)
Girl I promise I'ma make you wanna move my direction (What?)
Left my ex 'cause she was mean and I was toxic
All she ever wanna do is lie and eat hot shit (Hot)
Hella iPhone 12s jumpin' out the boxes
When I be witchu I be witchu

[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
You my lil, she my lil amethyst (Yeah?)
My smokey chords with the candle lit
Strum on my guitar and that Santana tip
I can't let you pass like a laminate
You my lil, my lil, my lil, my lil, my lil, my lil (squish thing)
You my lil, my lil, my lil, my lil, my lil, my lil (squish thing)

[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]
And my hands up on yo hip
When I dip, you dip, we dip
Like we dippin' to the whip, slippin', whippin' up the strip
Freak nasty in the backseat and its sexy how you sit
This ain't taxi cab confessions but yo dress just disappear
Cross yo legs a little bit, I like how you lick yo lips
This water weight and Ford drip, well gon' and drop it like its hot, Ok
Stoned just like a rock, Ok
Lemme check you out, Ok
I just checked my watch I think its time, you know what time it is
Ok, Ok, Ok
Lemme make this play
She gon' want the whole day or she gon' feel some type of way
Patience with my paint love I see the bigger picture, ay
We usin' water colors, I ain't paintin' lakes or rivers either
Dive in deep deep
Head line beep beep
Hotline, 9 lives, felines in heat
Marking territories make it feel too real for me, kitchen cookin' meals for it, you could put a seal on it, yeah
[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
You my lil, she my lil amethyst (yeah?)
My smoke and chords with the candle lit
Strum on my guitar and that Santana tip
I can't let you pass like a laminate
You my lil, my lil, my lil, my lil, my lil, my lil (squish thing)
You my lil, my lil, my lil, my lil, my lil, my lil (squish thing)