Ayy yo, Bans, what you cookin'?

Yeah, I see you been on my mind today
I'm thinkin' 'bout rubbin' down on your spine today, yeah
I love you, bitch, you into finer things
I'm sittin' back, Cartier, bitch, I'm in designer frames
And ain't no tryna play me, and ain't no acting shady
'Cause you're my fucking baby, yeah
It's like we on a plane, see
We up, up, and away, yeah, yeah

Tell me, would you ride for me?
Love in murder, bae, would you die for me? (Die for me)
Roll down the window in back, slide for me? (Me)
Baby, your love is just all for me
All for me, all for me
Baby, your love is just all for me
All for me, all for me
Baby, your love is just all for me, all for me

Shawty, go get that money and bring it back to me
And you been on my mind, girl, you like a drug to me
(You like a drug)
I relapse every time, I'm like, "Fuck it, " I OD
Feels like you do it on purpose, wanna see the kid deceased (Wanna see)
And she tired of lames, I put her on some game (Game)
Don't want roses, she want sex since out the shower today (Oh, oh)
I swear we something like a Bentley couple
Drop-top Mulsanne, look how the leather touch you
(Oh, oh, oh)

Tell me, would you ride for me? (Oh, oh, oh)
Love in murder, bae, would you die for me? (Die for me)
Roll down the window in back, slide for me?
Baby, your love is just all for me
All for me, all for me
Baby, your love is just all for me
All for me, all for me
Baby, your love is just all for me, all for me