Young Roman$e - King Combs, Smooky MarGielaa

Yeah, lay up

You the one with me when I wake up

Motivate the boy to get his cake up

Ask who the toughest out, they gon' say us

So lit, you the one I wanna roll with

And what you ask for, what you gon' get

We can chill in the hills or the cockpit

You can take all my whips like the drop six

Ass fat, can’t forget about her waistline

Out of town, always hit me on the FaceTime

Understand I be out here on the late grind

Anytime I hit her line, we don’t take time

ASAP, hit me back like, «Where you at?»

Even tie the durag or the wave cap

Bad bitch, other niggas can’t trace that

Fuck with me, have a crib where your wrist at

I could put you in the mansion, romancin'

Girl you look so fancy, wrist dancin'

Got a nigga feelin' antsy, don’t let the fans see

I wanna take you to the Hamptons when we leave the Grammys

And we get swagged and we roll, yeah

I get bags for a show and

I pop tags in the store, yeah

We the ones and they know it

Tell her quit with the games, I ain’t with all these convos

Hard speakin' on my name everywhere you go

Said you’d keep your love with you, and you wanna let everyone know

Oh, I don’t wanna get all these haters involved

Drop-top new coupes, scoop you up in Lambo (Tick)

I forget it, but that nigga swear he the shit

Remember times I was broke, me and you went to hit that lick

I almost got caught up but you took that shit

Get money every day and I spend it on brand new drip

I’m gucci top to bottom, diamonds walk like this

Diamonds on my neck, no light, and they still gon' glist'

Better stop playin' 'round 'fore I get a new bitch

Yeah, better stop playin' 'round while you drippin' on shit

A young wild nigga ridin' 'round, breakin' shit

Young bad-ass boy, they think you wicked after this

I could put you in the mansion, romancin'

Girl you look so fancy, wrist dancin'

Got a nigga feelin' antsy, don’t let the fans see

I wanna take you to the Hamptons when we leave the Grammys

And we get swagged and we roll, yeah

I get bags for a show and

I pop tags in the store, yeah

We the ones and they know it