Whoa
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave
Pull up on scene
In a Rolls Royce
In the backseat, watching tv
Follow my team
Diamond on beam
Follow my dream
She outta my reach

I don't give a f*** no more
I don't wanna run no more
I don't wanna bug no more
Can't eat nothin' no more
I don't even wanna f*** no more
Runnin' round with a ting
Whole photo on ling
Kick the cup no lean
Fitted out in Philip Lim
Gucci, Sace, Margiella, Yama
Pancake with Nutella
Take me down to Coachella
And your friend kinda jealous
Now I'm back on road
She wanna swallow the load
Gotta finesse on my own
All Versace bathrobes
Gotta text all my woes
Meet me down at the whoa
She can't see me
All my diamonds on froze
Got her blowin' on a roach
I just found a new approach
Hate the player
Hate the game
F*** it you could hate the coach
Yeah

Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave
Pull up on scene
In a Rolls Royce
In the backseat
Watching tv
Follow my team
Diamond on beam
Follow my dream
She outta my reach

Whoa
I don't do buds
I don't do lunch
Fuck no brunch
Give no fucks
How I live
Well on my way
Swag on my drip
Bag for my fit
Gun on my hip
Talkin' that s***
You will get hit
Belt double G
Girl follow me
Know that I'm clean
Louis Supreme yeah

Baby don't leave yeah
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave
Pull up on scene
In a Rolls Royce
In the backseat
Watching tv
Baby don't leave yeah
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave yeah
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave yeah
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave yeah
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave
Baby don't leave