[Intro]
(You said there was gonna be hookah, Jarvis)
[Chorus: Tracksmith]
She say she the one now that got away from me
Now the house ain't no home, baby
I gotta give you to the streets
You know how I'm comin'
Come over, you comin'
Girl, come put that ass with me
You my wifey for the summer now
And don't complain about the heat (Heat)
[Verse 1: Tracksmith]
She claim to be a freak, so tired of the streets
She needs some rubbin' on them feet and some sex on the beach
And baby, I ain't like them other n***as 'cause I damn sure ain't cheap
She keep tellin' me I'm the only one that her mama need to meet
So check me, baby
You can be my hot girl this summer when we in them sheets
I can have you beggin' and screamin', oh baby, please
Love how you ridin' and grindin' on top of me
On top of me
Where you wanna be? Ayy
I'ma jet and I can take you where you wanna be
Baby, you can leave your bags, we shoppin' when we overseas
Get you icy for the summer, keep you meltin' over me
This drip got you in heat
[Chorus: Tracksmith]
She say she the one now that got away from me
Now the house ain't no home, baby
I gotta give you to the streets
You know how I'm comin'
Come over, you comin'
Girl, come put that ass with me
You my wifey for the summer now
And don't complain about the heat (Heat)
[Verse 2: Desiigner]
We see the horizon go, huh
Grippin' on her thighs in the Ghost, huh
Lookin' at her eyes inside the ride
I'm tryna get inside her throat, huh
You be calling out them plays in the bed
I be feelin' like you the coach, huh
Hit it from the back, backstroke, huh
Hit it from the front, long stroke, huh
Put it down your throat, don't choke, huh
She ain't playin' games, no joke, huh
She wanna dance, lil' mama wanna salsa
'Cause a n***a counting ocho, huh
We be countin' blues, uno, dos, diaz, ocho, cinco
We be flyin' out to Costa Rica
Fill the drink off the Pink Flamingo
Remember days used to Rob Dinero
Just to get that bread and eat more
I was out there in the street though
Had to take that shot and free throw
You said, nah, you the one now
Baby girl, it's nice to meet ya
Send ya passport and ya Visa
And we gone, like hasta la vista
[Chorus: Tracksmith]
She say she the one now that got away from me
Now the house ain't no home, baby
I gotta give you to the streets
You know how I'm comin'
Come over, you comin'
Girl, come put that ass with me
You my wifey for the summer now
And don't complain about the heat (Heat)