text: Something real, yeah
  Baby
  Oh nah, we dont do backpack
  Haha, my pick up line and shit
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  I got your bitch movin
  Call me when you get lost
  Aw, you look malnourished 
  Lets get some bread, fry it in egg yolk and drown it in syrup 
  You pick a spot, I pick a tail number and we could be tourists 
  Lets go to Cannes and watch a couple indie movies that you never heard of 
  Listen to bands, groove and we dance
  Disco in France, smell some perfume, head in the wind 
  We can switch off
  I can show you how you can really exfoliate skin
  If you got a man, you should cut it off
  Get your passport cause we runnin off 
  We can sit and talk
  You can tell me everything thats on your chest, baby, get it off
  You are my type, you a bright light
  Im like a moth, this is not a game 
  But before we start 
  Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name? 
  Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name? 
  Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name? 
  Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name? 
  Yeah
  What is your name, what do you bring? 
  I think that I got what you need
  And Im willin to do anything that you please 
  Im tryna get down to the root of the apple
  The deepest I could in them jeans
  McLaren like Sonic, cant speak, no
  No, you cant hit my lean, no 
  Baby, tell me where the piece go, cause Im lost
  Your body compared to the fashion
  I hope you aint proud of the shit that I bought 
  Cause money, it dont mean a thing
  I value the times that I take you out
  One minute, its a beautiful scene
  Then it probably end with me bein took out, woah-oh
  Think slow, cause I move fast 
  Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name? 
  Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name? 
  Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name? 
  Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name? 
  Yeah
  Since when did I bring a C5?
  I wanna know your name
  I feel like I had your name
  Oh-oh, oh, oh, ooh, ooh
  Stop playin and let me pay your momma debt off, haha