Right now, I'm down
I be with the Hitmaker
So, hol' up
Baby, come give me something new
Baby, come give me something new
'Cause I can't stop loving you
Since I got a taste of your love
Baby, come give me something new
God damn, you know who I am
Try to be on the low, but you ain't slow
Keep my shirt open, eyes low
Get a lot of paper, I know
But you ain't into that
You like real facts
Like, if you show love, you gon' get it back
Like, if you fuck good, you gon' get it back
Like, if you cook, wanna a real nigga that
Gon' rap 'till that pussy like (Uhh uhh)
We can go and get a private room
We can fuck for one night, ain't gotta jump the broom
Say your nigga, chill
Baby, come give me something new
Baby, come give me something new
'Cause I can't stop loving you
Since I got a taste of your love
Baby, come give me something new
I can tell you ain't from 'round here
All that body, baby, it's not fair
Pull up on that ass in a drop, yeah
That's your ex, nigga? I'm dead
Lookin' for a real one? You found it
California King, we gon' go rounds on it
No doubt, yeah
Leave your legs shaking
I might sing to that pussy like la-da-da-di-da (Di, yeah)
Girl, your shit so classic, it don't need no features
Baby, come give me something new
Baby, come give me something new
'Cause I can't stop loving you
Since I got a taste of your love
Baby, come give me something new
Girl, you look just like something out a magazine
You smell great, know your body clean
Them niggas been on you since you was a teen
Now you grown up, and I'm a boss, I'm just showing love
Smell like kush when I'm rolling up
So much bank, I can fold it up
It's so good, got you calling up
Tryna kick it with a nigga like, uhh
Baby, come give me something new
Baby, come give me something new
'Cause I can't stop loving you
Since I got a taste of your love