Bora Bora (feat. Shaq music & QuRuck)

From the country but my bitch talk foreign Rock all our jewels in the summer it be snowing We fly out to Bora Bora in the morning Make sure you ready babe, make sure you ready baby Don't pack no bag baby, we shop when we land No clothes on that ass baby, it's not in the plan She love that fast lane, that Ferrari that bad thing She ride it we hydroplane, show privates on private planes She off the leash i'm off the porch we can't be tamed She like them real official niggas can't be lame Give her her groove back like Stella she ain't old Can't have no hot girl summer if you ain't cold All this green off in my pocket it ain't mold That ain't no real bankroll if it still fold, oh oh From the country but my bitch talk foreign Rock all our jewels in the summer it be snowing We fly out to Bora Bora in the morning Make sure you ready babe, make sure you ready baby Bae drop the top off the roof I'm trying to fly in that coup thing You know I play by no rules, you know I play by no rules She like the top down when it's snowing She don't ask questions like where we going She my ride or die cognac pouring Blunts rolled up count the paper when it's boring Fifty pounds in the honda accord She got the plug I got the money we on one accord Taking trips to saint tropez you can't afford You a crash dummy no money yeah you a dork She like exquisite foods, italian clothes Foreign trips, don't get it twisted she don't f*ck with you hoes She pack a extra clip From the country but my bitch talk foreign Rock all our jewels in the summer it be snowing We fly out to Bora Bora in the morning Make sure you ready babe, make sure you ready baby From the country but my bitch talk foreign Rock all our jewels in the summer it be snowing We fly out to Bora Bora in the morning Make sure you ready babe, make sure you ready baby