48 Floors (feat. Mansa)

[Tory Lanez]

I can't make no dinner, but a nigga whip the breakfast

We can smoke, we can fuck, what's your preference?

Wrote to Santa just to put you on my sex list

You got that million dollar on at the Craigslist

Aw yeah, and you know who I am

All these bitches in the crib, they just go there to dance

And I'm in and out the bank like I go there to scam

We can go to Miami, girl, we can go just to sin, oh, yeah

Liquor poured up, women called up, fuck it all up, oh, yeah

In the condo, you know how it go

Give it up, so

48 floors, that's the way we going

Open up the Wraith doors, oh, yeah

And don't make me wait for ya

Pussy so good, I should have to pay for it, oh, yeah

48 floors, that's the way we going

Open up the Wraith doors, oh, yeah

And don't make me wait for ya

Pussy so good, I should have to pay for it, yeah

So good, I should have to pay for it

Saved you under peach emojis in my contact

So when you hit me, you remind me just to call back

Tell them niggas like the Summer coming, fall back

She cashing out at 4 A. M., I'm 'bout to fall in, okay

We found love in the club, what you call that?

We wound up in the tub, and I bossed that

We still fuckin' on the bed, 'til later

We still got this shit lit, 48 floors

48 floors, that's the way we going

Open up the Wraith doors, oh, yeah

And don't make me wait for ya

Pussy so good, I should have to pay for it, oh, yeah

48 floors, that's the way we going

Open up the Wraith doors, oh, yeah

And don't make me wait for ya

Pussy so good, I should have to pay for it, yeah

So good, I should have to pay for it

[Mansa]

Portuguese girl from Paris, you're my French baby

I'm just tryna win, can you let me win, baby?

Mixing up Patron with the gin, baby

I don't see nothing wrong, even though I know it's a sin, baby

I'm a 7 figure nigga, still riding the scrape

Still drop a bitch off if she don't drop on the tank

I can never lose the flavor that I got from the Bay

And I still got it, if you need it, you can cop it today, oh, yeah

On the 48th floor, keep that body on Dasani like it's off a lakeshore, yeah

Grindin' on me like a skateboard, tryna push a nigga buttons, this is not a GameBoy, no

Uh, on the 48th floor, the condo 'bout the bando, where I used to stay before

Now I'm poppin' in Toronto, I go state to state, foreign whip

Whippin' like I'm tryna make a getaway for it, oh, yeah

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