Is This Enough

You got me say what I want is what I need Put it on repeat Pussy, money, dreams and everything that's in those jeans I'm use to talking teams (Teams, teams) For you I'm selfish as a fiend But we can start a team I'm a... Retard Coz my skippa Has lipstick Smell like Boma Chivas or biscuits Or bisque Like the rich kids You can fill me up and we can do it like a misfit Move We could be alone and you can show me how to move Imma gas you up and you can take me to the moon We can make a track and you can tell me bout your shoes, perfume or the moon Make a baby to this tune You got me saying what I want is what I need Got me touching on your feet Got me rolling big blunt When we seeing in the sheets Got me rubbing on your body Girl you know you godly Can you bring it over so we can turn it to a party Now we started in the lobby Now we fucking duggy Champagne to the room Let's celebrate and go retarded Let's maybe pop a molly Or ecstasy I'm bout it I never really doubt it You make me feel the proudest When I'm in the booth I know it's you that I'm writing to F*ck a beef I know it's you that makes me bulletproof You're my queen I'm your King Let's make a movie too Drive all night Catch a flight Let's Go to paribooooooo Or maybe Italy That's where it's finna be These niggahs really mini mes Coz I'm the trilogy But that's a story for another day You feeling me or Baby are you feeling me