(Ooh, Rocaine)

She like, "Bae, I miss you, " she like, "Bae, I miss you"
She said one time ain't make her nut
she beggin' me for round two
I swear you make me feel so lucky
you don't know how I found you
I need your smell, taste, and touch
I love everything about you

Ah, say, baby, you the one
you feel so good, it's like I need you
I wish you had a twin, it was so good, I think I need two
I ain't kick it with my other hoes
I ain't feel like I need to
Every day, I got my cup in hand
ain't none my pops be see-through
I need me some real love, I been beggin', can I get it?
I need me some real love
I'm having withdrawals 'causе I can't feel it
Turn me up, don't turn me down
you got my back, the sky's thе limit
I hand paint the diamonds on you
want you shinin' like your nigga
She pull out foreign
you know Chanel all on her purse, my hoes be trippin'
She got a bitch and I bossed her up
it turn me on she gon' get it
Let's crack this pint, I think like last limit
look how much damage I done did
I grab her hair and chock her up
every time I'm deep off in her ribs
Mud on my cup, I might be nothin'
She screamin' every time we fuckin'
She get so loud when she be cummin'
She feel just right, I'm in her stomach
Yeah, my lil' bitch so bad
I won't caress her, I just rub it
Yeah, my lil' bitch so bad
we makin' love, we don't be fuckin'

She like, "Bae, I miss you, " she like, "Bae, I miss you"
She said one time ain't enough, she wanna go for round two
I swear you make me feel so lucky
you don't know how I found you
I need your smell, taste, and touch
I love everything about you

I swear I know your type is rare
I think about you be so special
Ho, I like you in your robe
fresh out the shower, can we wrestle?
All my bitches make me feel good
you make me feel the best though
Chasin' millions, but you on my mind
you got me in a chokehold
Kick a bitch right to the curb
back to the streets, I can't take no ho
I smoke exotic, but I can't tell you who it is
I bet they mans know
I went flawless on this watch and chain
could've bought me another Lambo'
He a fiend, he gon' get high on his supply
he ain't make no pros

Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Yeah
He a fiend, he gon' get, yeah, yeah (She like, "Bae, I miss you, " she like, "Bae, I miss you")
She like, "Bae, I miss you, " come get your issue (Forever)
For life