WetWaterP-ssyWorks

[Verse 1:]
          I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello."
          Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in the door
          I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
          Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
          Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
          She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
          We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
          We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
          A 50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though
          Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
          Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
          Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
          In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go
          
          [Hook:]
          And I get high with my baby
          I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          And I can ride with my baby
          I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
          And I can ride with my baby
          I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
          And I can ride with my baby
          I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
          
          (I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello.")