[Intro: DRAM]
Ayy
(La música de Harry Fraud)

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
On the highway, dippin' on the flyway
Tippin', it was Friday, I was on my high shit
Sippin', sittin' sideways, slidin' in my ragtop
Listenin' to The O'Jays, we could cry together, baby, all the way to Sunday
Put her on a one-way, hopin' maybe one day we'll hit the jackpot
And bubble like the water that be sittin' in a crack pot
Happy that I chose another route and not a mask, Glock
But we was punchin' hours like a motherfuckin' time clock
Wake our ass up in the evening like a vampire
Hit the blade, lurkin' for an outta-pocket ho for hire
And then I, and then I, and then I screeched thеse Michelin tires
Blarin' out thе 50, you hearin' Earth, Wind & Fire
Or Rick James, bitch, what? That "Fire & Desire"
She left that simp right on the curb and now we ridin'
Put her on a plane to Waikiki, we in the islands

[Chorus: DRAM]
She said it warms her up when I'm so cold-hearted
She said it gives her motivation to go harder
Got her makin' way more money than her own father
That's why she call me daddy
We rollin' like four tires on the avenue
Stackin' like CDs, it's all collectibles
The way she sittin' up in them jeans so delectable
And every time we step out, we make a spectacle
[Verse 2: Kamaiyah]
Every time we step out, we causin' a spectacle
Show me that you [?][1:31], show me that you respectable
Are you intellectual, guided, and are you ethical?
You highly flexible, vibin' up on my sectional
You got the body of a goddess, you got it
Gucci heels and stockings, no sense in being modest
I'm just bein' honest, baby, what's your optics?
You into sexual shit, are you erotic? Ayy
Baby, tell me somethin'
Tell me, baby, are you into hustlin'? Or you just be frontin'?
Red bottom heels you can stomp in
Louis bag rockin' just for lunches, ayy
Who's your sponsor? What you offer?
Is he a lawyer, or a doctor?
He got you locked down, are you knocked up?
Is it strictly transactional and not love?

[Chorus: DRAM]
She said it warms her up when I'm so cold-hearted
She said it gives her motivation to go harder
Got her makin' way more money than her own father
That's why she call me daddy
We rollin' like four tires on the avenue
Stackin' like CDs, it's all collectibles
The way she sittin' up in them jeans so delectable
And every time we step out, we make a spectacle
Ayy