Double D Big full breasts on my baby Triple weight Couldn’t weigh the love I’ve got for the girl And I just wanna know Why you ain’t been going to work Boss ain’t working you like this He can’t take care of you like this Now you’re lost Lost in the heat of it all Girl, you know you’re lost Lost in the thrill of it all Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost Got on my buttercream silk shirt and it’s Versace Hand me my triple weight So I can weigh the work I got on your girl No, I don’t really wish I don’t wish the t#tt#es would show Nor have I ever, have I ever let you get caught? Lost Lost in the heat of it all Girl, you know you’re lost Lost in the thrill of it all Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost She’s at a stove Can’t believe I got her out here cooking dope (cooking dope) I promise she’ll be whipping meals up for a family of her own, some day Nothing wrong (nothing wrong) No, nothing wrong with a lie Nothing wrong with another short plane ride through the sky Now you’re lost Lost in the heat of it all Girl, you know you’re lost Lost in the thrill of it all Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost