text: Lets go 
  You know its Baby, nigga, hahaha
  Hah
  , ha
  She wanna fuck with me, but I dont got the time 
  I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 
  Go call my chauffeur, bitch, cause I dont like to drive
  We in Suburbans back to back and we gon fill em up with vibes 
  Fill em with vibes , get in and ride 
  And no, a nigga not blind 
  But I keep the stick and Im firin 
  I aint met a nigga in life
  Thats fuckin with me, say he did, then he lyin 
  Got so many vibes stuffed in the car
  We can fuck them hoes six at a time 
  I make them hoes say, That nigga so fine 
  Girl, he got the dick you can feel in your spine 
  Yeah, that what they say about Baby
  You know that them bitches dont play about Baby
  Baby should go run for president
  Look what God did, took his time with me 
  Got a red and white ho like a peppermint 
  Book the hotel, take the vibes in
  She gon fuck me and fuck on my brethren 
  My brother nem, havin three hoes in the king size
  I aint finished yet , get another bitch 
  Got her ridin dick and screamin, Yeehaw 
  Make me proud, girl, you a cowgirl 
  Did a handstand, Im like, Wow, girl 
  Got me fuckin her upside-down , baow, baow
  Yeah, we goin dumb, say she wanna cum 
  Im lookin like, When? She lookin like, Now
  Some more came in, say they want it too
  I tagged in my brother, bitch, Im out , I know
  She wanna fuck with me, but I dont got the time 
  I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 
  Go call my chauffeur, bitch, cause I dont like to drive
  We in Suburbans back to back and we gon fill em up with vibes 
  She wanna fuck on me, but I dont got the time 
  I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 
  Go call my chauffeur, bitch, cause I dont like to drive
  We in Suburbans back to back and we gon fill em up with vibes 
  Lets get on a jet , come give me some neck 
  She aint pickin up , and her nigga just called, she gon send him a text
  I dont need no doc, bitch, you know Im a dog, better send me the vet
  Ever made you a million? I tell em, Riddle me that, aint offended me yet
  My bitch drink Bacardi, Im in this bitch feelin like Set , quarter mil on my neck
  One-point-two on the crib, four hundred thou on the whip, dickin down your lil bitch
  Im bout to go buy me a coupe 
  Pull up, make the doors raise the roof 
  Louis V army fatigue 
  Hop out with a pole like a troop 
  Baby Ray Allen from three 
  You leave me open, I shoot 
  We like Martin and Pam at the hotel 
  We kickin hoes out, get the boot 
  These hoes catchin bodies, they bout it 
  We having new vibes in the lobby 
  Thats wherever we go, aint no problem 
  I just told a bitch no, she was childish 
  Pulled up like
  She wanna fuck with me, but I dont got the time 
  I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 
  Go call my chauffeur, bitch, cause I dont like to drive
  We in Suburbans back to back and we gon fill em up with vibes