Fall In Love

Uh (she saw me cookin', she thought I was back at it)

I ain't talkin' bout my coochie when I say I wanna bust for you
Bitch, I'm talkin' gats, I'm speakin' facts, I'm thinkin' racks
I want your nut all on my back
I roll your weed and smoke a pack
You at the studio, but, I know my heart is where you at (uh-huh)
Matter fact, I don't give no fuck
Any bitch in here, I'll slap (yeah)
Everybody in this bitch know I put Winston on the map (yeah)
I got stacks, put my mama up, I told that girl: Relax
Lil' nigga, I don't love you, had your heart, I give it back (here)
You a fiend, don't know what you mean
Bitch, I'm riding clean through the scene
I might use the beam and put it through your screen (boom, boom, boom)
That's my dreams, I ain't trippin', man, you put me through some things
You ain't seen, in between, man, that shit was too extreme
Feel like my lil' favorite jeans 'cause I'm really into you (uh-huh)
Bitch, I'm really her the way I pulled up to your avenue (uh-huh)
Change your latitude, might fly you out and buy you tennis shoes (uh-huh)
Baby boo, I don't fuck with niggas, but, I fuck with you
That's the truth, loose as a goose
My shawty play Lil' Boosie through the roof
And I'm really havin' niggas, but, I'm really wantin' you (I want you)
I'm talking money like I took a check and put it in my tooth (uh-huh)
And I know that I'm in love 'cause when I see him, heart go: Ooh (damn)
When I see him, heart go: Ooh (for real)
When I see him heart go—

Why don't we fall in love?
Why don't we fall in love?

Your pleaser
Let me be your only geisha, treesha, capisha?
And any bitch that try me get Sharkeisha'd
Barista, I mix and match designers, fashionista
Artista, the way you lookin' daddy, damn, I feel like Buena Vista
They pay me just to meet ya
Bitch, I'm 'bout my chicken and my bread like wings and pizza
It don't feel the same when you see just how they treat ya
You all up in my lane and your car can't even keep up (damn)
I'm just ballin' with my bitch, shoppin' malls and smoking ether
Don't be stallin' in this bitch, 'cause they gon' smoke you, Wiz Khalifa
I've been riding with my click, rockin' shows and fuckin' hoes
I ain't stuntin' on no bitch, I like money, I like clothes
I'm too high up in this bitch, can you take me to the store?
Feelin' vibey in this bitch, bend it over, touch your toes
Done got vibey in this bitch, now it's time to take you home
I be smokin' while you drivin', takin' pictures on your phone