[Pre-Chorus: Chanel West Coast & Lano]
The first time that you saw my brown eyes
I was in a six, mad high
You right then I was the one, one, one
The first time that you saw my brown eyes (she love it, she love it, she love it, love it)
I was in a six, mad high (she love it, she love it, she love it, love it)

[Chorus: Lano]
Ay, get her on the floor, get out a roll, roll
She love it, she love it, she love it, love it [?]
Got a bunch of bitches but I fuck with her the most
'Cause she love it, she love it, she love it, love it [?]
Aight, aight

[Verse 1: Chanel West Coast]
I ain't never shy
On some vodka, bitch
Man, he got me open, busted
He my type of guy, he talk that shit
I'm his type of fly, ignitious bitch
Don't get it twisted, I'm a business, stacking bread like rye
I be cappin' digits, can't miss this, six shows out in Dubai
We stay livin' vicious, hittin' switches, toastin' to the life
Ain't no buddy's mistress, I'm a Mrs, married to my rhymes, ah
Now I'ma make 'em high, tropical
And I'ma stay on top, topical
He see me on TV, laughin' yo
Wanna be with me, [?]
I'ma spend my stacks, racks on racks, no handouts from no busters
Always keep it classy, you bitches trashy, more rides than city buses
Got my eyes on you, yeah you the truth man, they should call you justice
If you want this boo, don't tell your crew, dudes ain't gon' discuss it

[Pre-Chorus: Chanel West Coast & Lano]
The first time that you saw my brown eyes
I was in a six, mad high
You right then I was the one, one, one
The first time that you saw my brown eyes (she love it, she love it, she love it, love it)
I was in a six, mad high (she love it, she love it, she love it, love it)

[Chorus: Lano]
Ay, get her on the floor, get out a roll, roll
She love it, she love it, she love it, love it [?]
Got a bunch of bitches but I fuck with her the most
'Cause she love it, she love it, she love it, love it [?]
Aight, aight

[Verse 2: Lano]
I got expectations, pretty bitches waitin'
Chillin' in Californ-i-a we fornicatin'
Tell me, tell me what you want and how you want it
Ain't no pussyfootin', bitch, I don't get [?]
Oh no, two-seater, don't make me whip it solo
That pussy picture perfect, put that shit on photo
You the type to paint a dream like the Maybelline
I'm the type to play the field, you not a movie scene
Fresher, fresher, by that rapper's so dapper
[?]
[?]
Blesses on blesses, here while I [?]

[Pre-Chorus: Chanel West Coast & Lano]
The first time that you saw my brown eyes (she love it, she love it, she love it, love it)
I was in a six, mad high (she love it, she love it, she love it, love it)

[Chorus: Lano]
Ay, get her on the floor, get out a roll, roll
She love it, she love it, she love it, love it [?]
Got a bunch of bitches but I fuck with her the most
'Cause she love it, she love it, she love it, love it [?]
Aight, aight

[Outro: Chanel West Coast]
Yeah, West Coast, ha, I got that