Ridin in a foreign
…
It’s 9 AM in Georgia
Rainin Outside, it’s pouring
In my hotel room laying down watching Law & Order
About you I can't stop thinkin
I hate that we ain’t speakin
Say it ain’t no point in love
Let me give you a reason
You say I ain’t give enough
I gave you more than needed
& You said your heart broken up
I’ll pick back up the pieces
Don’t want no hoes backstage, told bronem’ dey could keep em
In my mind I can’t let you go
Just thought I should let you know

I give you the world baby ima die bout ya
Any diamond, any pearl, it ain’t shit to my pockets
Get you that new bag, the Chanel with gold lockettes
Don’t give a fuck about no tag, if you need it, I got ya
Anything you want, Swеar to God I got ya
Any day of the month, hit my line, I got ya
Cut them n***as off, I’m what you need, I got ya
Ain’t no moving on, it’s you & mе, I got ya
We should be toge-gether, that’s what yo’ mom say
No one look better, not even Beyoncé
Stand by my side, don’t ever cross me
Ima put you in the finest, never Target
She make me be-better
So spe-special
Act like an angel, inside she a devil
Physically in love, I can’t get you off my mental
Man of my word til I get you, never settle

I give you the world baby Ima die bout ya
Any diamond, any pearl, it ain’t shit to my pockets
Get you that new bag, the Chanel with gold lockettes
Don’t give a fuck about no tag, if you need it, I got ya
Anything you want, Swear to God I got ya
Any day of the month, hit my line, I got ya
Cut them n***as off, I’m what you need, I got ya
Ain’t no moving on, it’s you & me, I got ya

Who you want? More than me?
Who I want? More than you?
I know these n***as corny too
I know these n***as boring to you
Yeah you know i got you, Who drove out inna rain & brought that foreign to you?
Yeah you know I got you, wet up all yo chains now it’s pouring on you
Yeah you know I got you, throw up all this change, now it’s pouring on you
Shake it, ooh
Shake it, ooh
You got this love that make me crazy
You ont text me back, I’m shootin up the club
Chanel, you know i bought you that
Mixing Heron Preston with Amiri, girl who taught you that?
Girl you look so sexy in the mirror you keep shaking that
Cartier your bracelet & your earring, I get paid for that
If they try you ima let it spin, this choppa made for that
I give you the world baby ima die bout ya
Any diamond, any pearl, it ain’t shit to my pockets
Get you that new bag, the Chanel with gold lockettes
Don’t give a fuck about no tag, if you need it, I got ya
Anything you want, Swear to God I got ya
Any day of the month, hit my line, I got ya
Cut them n***as off, I’m what you need, I got ya
Ain’t no moving on, it’s you & me, I got ya