[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
She lovin' it, she lovin' it, she love it here
She keep tellin' me to stay, she know I gotta go
I might tell a joke, but I'd never tell a lie
I told her, "Pick a side," told mama, "Hit my line"
No hesi', no hesi', no hesitation
She ain't got no patience, already want a vacation
Only been fuckin' like two months and already thinkin' 'bout movin' in
Who she think she fuckin' with? She must think I'm a whole trick
Turn you up, shawty, she want this life
And you got to prove that you could give her this kind of life
Threw her weave, can it only takе place?
[Interlude]
She say she wanna livе this life...
(Cole, you stupid)
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Juicy J]
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Lamb chop, been rockin' Forgiato rims, though (Though)
Big player, but I gotta keep me a slim ho (Ho)
My drawers Celine, but my denim came from Rick, though (Though)
I can't leave my house without my Glock, I keep the—
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere
Ayy, she love it here (Yeah), she ain't goin' nowhere
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Leather Louis sweater
I could never sweat her
Blowin' up her phone, man, you gotta do better
A ho gon' be a ho, so you might as well let her
I'ma keep it P, you know the other three letters
Rolls-Royce Cullinan, I ain't gotta say nothin'
I ain't got no pick-up line, my car gon' make the ho get in
She don't get a piece of the pie, I never cut her in
You ain't never broke a bitch, you too busy cuddlin'
Break her heart and fuck her friend, fresher than a peppermint
This that pimp shit, I make her never fall in love again
Ballin' on these hoes, but I ain't keepin' score
You know my game cold, I'm from the North Pole
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Lamb chop, been rockin' Forgiato rims, though
Big player, but I gotta keep me a slim ho
My drawers Celine, but my denim came from Rick, though
I can't leave my house without my Glock, I keep the—
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere
[Verse Two: Denzel Curry]
Cole pimp got them panties droppin', got them panties droppin'
I could change her life, so don't act like I ain't got no options
All of them n****s is microscopic compared to a real pimp
Hot-headed or cold-blooded or warm-hearted, they still simp
Hoes be makin' mad attempts to fuck up a n****'s dough
'Cause they only wanna get rich quick, so they ride on the back of my coat, ayy
Twerkin' and poppin', head bobbin', soon as she drop it, she do it, no hands
Like she was ridin' a bike, my bitch ain't bi, but she could be on command
[Verse Three: Kanye West]
Can't stop, won't stop
I just fucked your bitch in the Sean John tank top
You treat a bad bitch like she average
I treat a bad bitch like a fat bitch
Shouldn't have never let me get money again
On my Katt Williams when they get funny again
Yeah, you see they tried to count me out, I like that
We just hit a number one, we right back
Five hundred down on the bottom, five hundred up at the top
Titanium grills, call that "smile on the rocks"
I done had everything that you able to got
I invented drill too, I ain't gon' lie, it was Chop
It's a wrap for n****s (Yee)
Where's Lucian? Serve your master, n****
You caught a little bag for your masters, didn't ya?
Lifetime deal, I feel bad for n****s (Bad for n****s)
Y'all so outta sight, outta mind
I can't even think of a Drake line
Play J. Cole, get the pussy dry
Play this shit back a hundred-thirty times
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere
