[Intro]
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Been running wild oh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Oh wow ~

[Verse 1]
She loves my style oh, from my shoulders to my toes
Been running wild oh, revolvers on the bros
But you keep me chill like my ice, Laila
Tell me what you see in my eyes, Laila
I never thought I'd like anything but money
Or that anyone else but the hood loved me
I put designer on her feet, 'cus I got some bands on me
I thought she came from Puerto Rico, but she's Moroccan; she's Arabic
Salam oh habib
You kinda make me think of momma, momma
Oh na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na ~

[Chorus]
She loves my style oh, from my shoulders to my toes
Been running wild oh, revolvers on the bros
But you keep me chill like my ice, Laila
Tell me what you see in my eyes, Laila
I never thought I'd like anything but money
Or that anyone else but the hood loved me
[Verse 2]
Oh Laila, she's a rider
I'm a shooter, I'm not a fighter
I'm a writer, I make poetry
Haters all on my D
Oh my days, she got a pokerface
I'm a criminal, Imma close the case
She's a thief too, she stole my heart
I'm drippin' in designer on the boulevard
Use the car like a UFO
I'm coolin' with my baby, you're just doing the most
What I'm doing for my baby is what I'm doing for the bros
Kill some haters, shooting the poles
Squeeze the ruger 'til it blows
Gra da da da ~
Squeeze the ruger 'til it blows ~
Gra da da da, na na na na ~

[Chorus]
She loves my style oh, from my shoulders to my toes
Been running wild oh, revolvers on the bros
But you keep me chill like my ice, Laila
Tell me what you see in my eyes, Laila
I never thought I'd like anything but money
Or that anyone else but the hood loved me
[Outro]
She loves my style oh, from my shoulders to my toes
Been running wild oh, revolvers on the bros
But you keep me chill like my ice, Laila
Tell me what you see in my eyes, Laila
I never thought I'd like anything but money
Or that anyone else but the hood loved me