What I would give to fuck him
Baby, that's my type
Pull up in that shit with that off-white light
You don't gotta compete, you just gotta be right
You just vessel the mood, you just fuck with the life
Vice lives in intentions, babe
Don't pine for affection, true love is expensive
I'm way too young for that
Sundress in the club, that's vixen as fuck
You're way too fun to pass, ain't shit for free
Come glitz with the boy, it ain't shit to me
You want a big house and a big ring
From a big star, with a big name
Wanna take moi on a big plane
Just to show me how you do me at 3000 and 30, what?
You don't really wanna talk and toss it, babe
You just wanna see faucet, faucet, babe
Save that other shit for gossip, gossip
My type likes doin' it right
With a little bit of party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
You wanna party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And, and, look
Tell 'em we met at Cartier, and love Letterman
Tell 'em we met at Cartier and bump Genesis
Tell 'em we met at Cartier and fuck Benefits
Tell 'em we met, tell them we met
Baby, ooh
Baby, ooh
Tell them we met, babe