[Intro]
I don't wanna ask 'cause it's too far in the past
And I'm tryna just relax wit' ya (Ah, ah)
Knew you were alone so I called you on the phone
I just wanna interact wit' ya—
Oh, oh
Huh, oh

[Verse 1]
Guapin' up (Yeah), guapin' up (Guap)
Guapin' up (Guap), guapin' up (Ah, oh)
Fuck wit' us (Us), I'm smokin' up (Up)
I'm high as fuck (Oh), I count too much (Oh)
Okay, yeah, yeah, oh
My bitch she bad (Bad), designer, fashion (Fashion)
I'm high as fuck—

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, bitch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh)
Take yo' bitch (Bitch), oh, take a pic (Pic), oh
Ayy, fuck them hoes, yeah
I got dough, ayy, but I need mo', ayy
Ayy, money mo', I need money mo'
Cook her like a stove, oh
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Huh—