Grownups

Not tryna put a bunch of pressure on you but em...

I don't even drink champagne

What'chu think all of this is for?

So(/is) tell your homegirl you gon' be alright

& Make your way to my room

I'm pretty sure they'll hate on me tonight

But it's cool, cause we gon' do the things that grown-ups do

Harlem in the house

Now I can be your lover, brother or be multi-facet

I can do, anything if you'll ever ask it

I can dress hood if you want me, switch up!

Now I can be suited & booted, or can mix it up

I can make you feel as if I'm the only [?]

I can keep a job mami, I can work a shift

I can bring you soup & orange juice, if you really sick

Or I can put a rose in my mouth & bring a gift

I want you out the hood for good

I want you on your feet

I want you being e'rything you thought you couldn't see

I want your mind as free as a dolphin in the sea

I want your intimacy, look into me & see

C'mon, you know them hits from top 40

Got my house? A walkie talkie

All these bad chicks bore me

You the only shorty for me haaa!

Don't say, what you won't do

Cause these hours, are reserved for grown-ups

& It's been a lot of money spent because of you

At this time of night

The only thing left to do...

Bronx in the house

Bx in the house

French montana, coke boys in the house

Hol' up, slo' up, fedz roll up

Niggas starving. Coke boys & the girls doin' donuts

30 Thousand over there, 30 models over there

When you talk about feet, 30 thousand in the air

I'm a coke boy, she cum second to the blow

Gotta break her back, she won't love me when I'm broke

Versace dom, feel free you like shocking huh?

60 Seconds or less & I'll be gone

Hundred carats on my piece, I promise I'll never lease

I'm married to the streets so I'm carried off the streets haaa

I'm not the one to have you on a lease sign

Keeping it 100, 100 thousand dollar piece on

I get low on blocks, niggas go police on

& When them bands pop, I don't need a refund

The millest in this bitch, I'm the prezzie ho

Prezzie row, 50k for the bezzie though

Rico love, we ain't even know you could rap

She said you let me in your section & you could tap

Hundred bottles in the club, you could google that

Fliest nigga on the fucking globe, check google maps

Lame at the bar but your girl up in here

& I think she wanna show me her le pearl of brazil, yea!

A fuck nigga's worst nightmare

Fuck a bad bitch, I'm only paying flight fare

These hoes tell a mayne, go & get the jury form

Posting pictures on the web, with your jury on

(Bitch) tryna kill a nigga vibe, word to kendrick

My wardrobe makes 4 perfect entries

The kind of name that it never hurts to mention

The size of my tip, should tell you my intention so