GL

Uh, na-na, yeah
Yo, Gangsta
Na-na-na-na-na (yeah)

Baby, I'm on my way, tell me where you at
Send me the location, I'm rolling in the G-Class
It ain't letting up, cash is pouring down
To chill you out, a little bud with wax
Leather jacket on, and she's rocking that jersey
She's a bit crazy, but she drives me wild
I'm in Timberlands, she's in Air Force 1s
And in her little bag, she keeps the heat on lock

You’re forever my baby girl
Gangsta love, no one’s gonna get it
We’re watching the sunrise
Just us in the hotel suite (oh)

Oah, oah
I love that you’re all mine
Oah, oah
My wolf, my ride or die, my crazy girl (yeah)

Cash flow like at a point of sale, uh
We look like 80s mobsters, uh
The cars, the mansion, the scene
And if anyone steps up, she’ll take care of them
We hit the party, light up the hash
In the club bathroom, she wants to spark
She gets heated and says: Baby, please
She’s got expertise in getting down

There’s no one like you, like you
You look fine dressed in Gucci or Nike
I didn’t come to talk shit, but

You’re forever my baby girl
Gangsta love, no one’s gonna get it
We’re watching the sunrise
Just us in the hotel suite
You’re forever my baby girl
Gangsta love, no one’s gonna get it
We’re watching the sunrise
Just us in the hotel suite (oh)

Oh-oh, wah-wah-wah
Oh-oh, wah-wah-wah
Oh-oh, wah-wah-wah
Oh-oh, wah-wah-wah