6pm at home

When I first laid eyes on you, I was like, damn, that her And every time she turn around, I'm lookin' like, damn, that her You were my main chick, my everything, I gave it up Ayy, all your girlfriends wanna f*ck, but I can't do that, nah Girl, I got your back Catch me in the club, poppin' all these bottles Cash rainin' out the sky, man, it's like I hit the lotto All these girls want me, I know, let's eat at Mangiano's My love for you is auto, it's never semi-auto Salute to all my real girls that standin' on that business, yea You faithful in Atlanta, so I know you bout your business, yea Five stars on everything, top floor, we on everything Rollin' up some Mary Jane, let that pussy marinate And while we fuckin', you'll forget every nigga you had Heh, f*ck that nigga, heh, f*ck that nigga, yeah And while we fuckin', I forget every bitch I done had She can't do it like you, she can't do it like you Butterflies in my stomach when I think about you Uh, uh, put it all in her stomach Uh, beat it till she comin Ayy, real nigga need real love No time for no fake love Please don't make me hate love I won't make you wait, love Hey call the driver Aye tell him to come through, um Rack, say he got like three bitches So I gotta tell my bitch You know what I'm sayin', we on some other shit tonight, but We gon' roll it up We'll have a good time and shit like that You know shit, its ya boy Faded Mulah And we gon' continue to run it up while Korrvette on the phone, trippin' with that bitch and shit Ayy, we gon' run it up still, ayy