Beats by Choc You a little Libra, you already know Money in my pocket and it's all for you Cute little ten with an attitude Racks up in my pocket and it's all for you Body hot like crazy She gon' ride me 'cause I'm wavy Baby out in Long Beach She be frontin' but she want me I could treat you right, I could treat you right Keep you up all night, girl just hit my line Take you on a date, dinner on a roof Baby we could fuck in the photo booth Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh She go to school and take pictures Girl picture me and you Her last man couldn't keep her 'Cause he played by the rules Said she don't fuck with me, that's alright with me One day I'll get my checks Then she'll fuck with me, hit me up at three Talkin' 'bout, "Where you at?" You a little Libra, you already know Money in my pocket and it's all for you Cute little ten with an attitude Racks up in my pocket and it's all for you Body hot like crazy She wan' ride me 'cause I'm wavy Baby out in Long Beach She be frontin' but she want me I could treat you right, I could treat you right Keep you up all night, girl just hit my line Take you on a date, dinner on a roof Baby we could fuck in the photo booth Oh, oh, oh, oh (Boop, boop) Oh, oh, oh, oh (Gotta take a chance sometimes) Oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh) Oh, oh, oh, oh Baby I just think you need to tell your man he gotta chill out Y'all ain't even married, girl, you need a real spouse You know his pocket's in a real drought If it ain't a mansion in Wisconsin it's not a real house, yuh I can show you things, I can show you things (yuh) Baby, pick a truck, you want the Rolls or the Range (yuh) How you drippin' water, got it froze on the chain (yuh) Girl, I got you grippin', whippin' slow in the lane (yuh) But until that day I'ma keep shootin' my shot, yeah So you ain't gotta ask if I'ma do it or not I got a to do list, I'ma put you at the top 'Cause girl you're lookin' like a meal, I'ma put you in a pot, oh oh So go on and put your number in my phone, I'ma hit you in the morn' Tell me when you all alone, oh oh 'Cause he don't really know what he got And he gon' know exactly what he got when you gone, oh oh You a little Libra, you already know Money in my pocket and it's all for you Cute little ten with an attitude Racks up in my pocket and it's all for you Body hot like crazy She gon' ride me 'cause I'm wavy Baby out in Long Beach She be frontin' but she want me I could treat you right, I could treat you right Keep you up all night, girl just hit my line Take you on a date, dinner on a roof Baby we could fuck in the photo booth Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh No Oh