[Chorus: Fivio Foreign & Ball Greezy]
Record me baby
Damn it, I look good
I look too damn good
Record me baby
Record me baby
Damn it, I look good
I look too damn good

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Now I'm in the spot where I wanna be
Jumpin out the drop, and you know I got a gun on me
Got a few joints, that's a front on me
[?] had to ask what it's gon be?
Got a couple wings, you could make a stack
She said turn the music down, she could make it clap
Can't front, she had an ass that was crazy fat
When she throw it like [?] Imma make the catch
Brand new Porshe, and she [?]
[?] call me Dr. [?]
Bottles of the red, got us [?]
Still got the sauce like I'm hot speghetti
She taking pictures of the bathroom
I wanna teach her later, hit it in the classroom
I wanna eat it like I'm coming off a food strike
Talking messy, like we just had a food fight
[Chorus: Fivio Foreign & Ball Greezy]
Record me baby
Damn it, I look good
I look too damn good
Record me baby
Record me baby
Damn it, I look good
I look too damn good

[Verse 2: Fivio Foreign]
Rolling it up, smoking it up
All in the cup, pouring it up
She got more in her butt, more in [?], dollar bills, throwing them up
Took a snap [?]
Next to the roles, pull them down, [?] get exposed
[?] everything cold
After party baby, everything closed
Police at the door, cut the music down low
Crank it back up, when them motherfuckers go
But fuck the neighbors, the kid got paper, fix that later
I can take you by the pool
House full of rooms, whatever that you choose
Hell yeah, we [?]
But don't go to sleep before you hop on this [?]

[Chorus: Fivio Foreign & Ball Greezy]
Record me baby
Damn it, I look good
I look too damn good
Record me baby
Record me baby
Damn it, I look good
I look too damn good