4u

Met you at the party on a Sunday And I’m thinking, “holy, holy Lord” Tell me where you working on the Monday I’m just so boring, boring I know We got nothing to talk about Let's go take a shot, Let's go hit a bowl Round the corner, empty parking lot Crown and rock, hit the block, more Playlist like, Ginuwine, Juvenile Riding round two hundred horses And her lips so fuckin’ gorgeous Finna crash into her loft and Hit it like I do it often, do it often Roll one, pour one, pop one, chop one And it's all 4u I’m red, green, blue.. red, green, blue And it's all 4u Losing my religion, baby And it’s all 4u Roll one, pour one, pop one, chop one And it's all 4u We're on a mission out to Cali, speedin’ loco, Ocean Drive Bumpin’ Ocean in Mercedes, got your lady locked inside Wrapped in lace in the trunk - and the bass in the trunk I've been good for way too long, think its time to f*ck it up I got 20 in my pocket; I might flip it out in Vegas And she whispers in my ear, “take me out to San Diego” Yellin' “assalamualaikum” out the window to the strangers While I stack up this dinero so that we can catch the Lakers Saying we should go on tour - girl, your contour is on tour Then I’m checkin' on my phone, waking up around like 4 Lying naked on the floor, “how long have we been gone for? Baby I think I’m in love” and she says, “Please, say no more” Then she rides me with those hips, says "Let's continue the trip" So we pack another hit, and we're dripping from the lips Bumpin’ Ocean in Mercedes, speedin’ loco, Ocean Drive On a mission out to Cali, that's my shorty for the ride Roll one, pour one, pop one, chop one And it's all 4u I’m red, green, blue.. red, green, blue And it's all 4u Losing my religion, baby And it’s all 4u Roll one, pour one, pop one, chop one And it's all 4u