Hey, shorty
I know you have plenty of options
And you're tired of listening to these fools
They give you gifts, even if you ignore them
At home, you have a collection of Rolexes
Hey, shorty
I don't want you to feel pressured
I know you're not up for relationships (wow)
Baby, I just rolled some blunts
Tell me if you want to have some rums

I'm in the Mercho, and I pick her up right away
Sometimes she dresses up, sometimes casual
What a style when she lights up the phillie
I tell her, "Babe, I hit the lottery"
I went to Dior and got her a purse
And put her name on it so everyone could see
I'm excited because I can take her to heaven
And also to have cocktails in Lleras
That little ass in a bikini, strolling through Santorini
In the hotel or on the beach
I put it on her without a beanie
Sometimes when she drinks
She says she's mixing feelings
She wants me to talk sweet, and I tell her, "Chilling"

Hey, shorty
I know you have plenty of options (hey)
And you're tired of listening to these fools
They give you gifts, even if you ignore them
At home, you have a collection of Rolexes
Hey, shorty
I don't want you to feel pressured
I know you're not up for relationships (wow)
Baby, I just rolled some blunts
Tell me if you want to have some rums

Get naughty, make me dance
Get naughty, make me dance
(Twerking, twerking, twerking, twerking)
(Twerking, twerking, twerking, twerking)

Hey, shorty
I don't want you to feel pressured
I know you're not up for relationships (wow)
Baby, I just rolled some blunts

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