[Intro: Tory Lanez]
Oh, that's London cookin' on the track
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Hit her with the slow fade
Got a lot of money and I copped a Rolls, ayy
Through the mall, I be coppin' you the Dolce
Ooh, I pray to god you never go away, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Ayy, ooh, yeah
Ayy, hold up

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Hit 'em with the slow fade
At your house like you're sitting in a snow day
"Wanna fuck me, baby?" Telling me, "You don't say"
Well, hop on my dick, and give me what you owe me
I beat it, I beat it, fuck the foreplay
I'll eat it, I'll eat it if it's gourmet
We can start this shit off at the doorstep
But after that I gotta leave it at the slow fade
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Hit her with the slow fade
Got a lot of money and I copped a Rolls, ayy
Through the mall, I be coppin' you the Dolce
Ooh, I pray to god you never go away, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Tory Lanez, Desiigner, Both]
Ayy, ooh, yeah
Ooh

[Verse 1: Desiigner]
I hit 'em with the slow fade (Slow fade)
I'm eating on that pussy like it's gourmet (Like it's gourmet)
I love it when it's wetter than a fountain (Like a fountain)
She let me put it in, don't gotta force it (Gotta force it)
I can get you on my carpet (The carpet)
If you throw it back, you know how to pop it (To pop it)
I can finish it if I start it (Start it)
I fuck the pussy silly, go retarded (Go retarded)

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Hit her with the slow fade
Got a lot of money and I copped a Rolls, ayy
Through the mall, I be coppin' you the Dolce
Ooh, I pray to god you never go away, yeah