8 Hr. Drive lyrics

b*tch look better than ?
She said "Papi, can you keep a secret?"
She know my lifestyle hella crazy
She not Jada and I'm not Lil Baby
Shawty like "Why you being nice to me?
How the f*ck you even notice me?"
She probably think everything I say be cap
Only thing I ever talk is facts
"I hope you don't got no ulterior motive"
Don't think 'bout that when I'm bending you over
Don't be getting all crazy, control your emotions
Ass so fat, how your jeans holding?
I need you to drive, I hope you don't mind it
She know I'm dirty and don't got no license
I be busy, baby busy too
But she don't makе sh*t difficult
I had a bad day, get me in the mood
Damn baby, how you gеt so fine?
She say "Papi, I still can't believe you mine"
She said "I ain't your ex, I'mma hold it down"
Seen a video, was doing the ? sh*t
Shawty far from a stupid b*tch
'Bout my b*tch I'll shoot a b*tch
My b*tch know exactly what the f*ck it is
She know I'm lit with the music sh*t
Let me ask you sumn'
What's up?
You really f*ck with my music?
Yeah!
Like, forreal forreal?
Like, forreal forreal, I been f*cking with your music

I pull up in a ?
Don't wanna meet your family
They wouldn't understand me, gone say I'm too damn street
This a widebody, that's why I'm taking up the damn street
Baby know I'm cutthroat, she still gone f*ck with ne though
She probably think I just wanna f*ck
I would've said that if I just wanted to f*ck
Get in your head that, baby I'm not one of them
But I can't lie, baby you got what I want
When I pull up, baby the trunk in the front
Push a button one time in this b*tch and get gone
I cop for my b*tch up in Christian Dior
Spend a bag on my b*tch, she can get what she wants
My b*tch wanna show out in the strip club
Ain't no b*tch in this strip club badder then her

Like, forreal forreal, I been f*cking with your music
Like, forreal forreal, I been f*cking with your music
Like, forreal forreal, I been f*cking with your music