I tell her I'm on my way
And I got a Chardonnay
I know that she love that shit
On my dick she wanna sit
I tell her I'm on my way
Your bitch I might confiscate
She a bomb she a grenade
You can have her back later

She can not be kinky sober
So I brought lean and some soda
I finna bend her over
Fuck a bedroom we got a sofa
Don't let this moment pass
Cause in the morning it's over
Girl you look like you got class
I'm feeling like a Casanova
Now she all wet like she in the sauna
She drips like a bottle of cold Coca-cola
I'm having a conversation with a tweens
I'm fluent with the body language
She keeps saying that I'm sweet
But I can be a little savage ooh ooh ooh

I tell her I'm on my way
And I got a Chardonnay
I know that she love that shit
On my dick she wanna sit
I tell her I'm on my way
Your bitch I might confiscate
She a bomb she a grenade
You can have her back later

I told little mama hold up
One minute I'll be quick I swear
Got tired of my old bitch cause I wore out so I went ahead and got a spare
She was in and out like a snare
Fucked on the couch in the dragon's lair
Cough out weed we passive here
Hidding aiming from Camden square
Fight that pussy I'm brawling
From the South ain't talking New Orleans
I'm a rider till she forking
Then take off I ain't with the touring
Fist cock back approach with caution
Gang on site here to take your Porsche
I like Pinots like Nipsey from Slauson
It's a long line to the bitch to fall in

I tell her I'm on my way
And I got a Chardonnay
I know that she love that shit
On my dick she wanna sit
I tell her I'm on my way
Your bitch I might confiscate
She a bomb she a grenade
You can have her back later

Put your back in poke out the ass baby
The harder I stroke the more you get mad wavy
You say you back and you back for a bag baby
I know two of the same your mouth and a pram
I beat the boss make the bitch wig slip off
Drive the bitch crazy make the wheels spin off
I know you think you icy niggas will defrost
All them hollow chains you a Giggs imposter
Gorillas in the cut check your tone
You a pussy nigga immitating thugs from your home
Face tats make a fake rat feel strong
When a captain goes wrong they put caps in their own
It's a cold world get your coat
So when we get hot we splurge and we boast
I developed rapping went nerd on the folks
Get my information go to work woah
Back to the topic I'm on my way
She got ass in the pockets oh my days
I know you had a long day and your man is a lame
Make you drop like hate well I'm gone hydrate ya
I ain't gone lie I'm gone be late but
On the bright side you only wait for the great stuff
I'm getting some paper wine weed and K cups
As soon as the wait's up I'm picking your weight up

I tell her I'm on my way
And I got a Chardonnay
I know that she love that shit
On my dick she wanna sit
I tell her I'm on my way
Your bitch I might confiscate
She a bomb she a grenade
You can have her back later