[Intro Poem: Wale, Drake, & Rick Ross]
Diced pineapple
Tonight, you shall reach a height that the sky won't catch you
The highest form of my admiration
I ain't no connoisseur, but I'm, kinda sure you will admire my taste
And before the sun graze ya
I'm trying da see how deep you are
And, believe me, shorty, I ain't talking 'bout no intimate conversation
I wanna see if I can make you reach things unobtainable
When I peek into your nature
And I promise you, my goals will exceed any physical pleasure
I wanna, give you what's better than better
The better my effort, the wetter her treasure (Oh-oh-oh)
The more these mere moments seem like Heavens or, temporary forevers (Oh-oh-oh)
Shorty, get it together, hah, diced pineapple (Oh-oh-oh)
May your love come down so my mind might have you (Oh-oh-oh)
You designed my imagination
Let me redefine foreplay 'til you need five and (Oh-oh-oh)
Tell me, shorty, you got it, baby (Oh-oh-oh)
If it's not it, baby, hope it's progress, baby (Oh-oh-oh)
Let it all drip, baby
'Til you stop that shaking, no more talking, baby (Oh-oh-oh)
No more talking, baby (Huh)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross, Drake, & Jessica Gomes]
Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh
Diced pineapples, damn, my baby tastes the best
I nearly lost my mind, guess it was a test
Swept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex
Paid it off cash so I never wrote a check
Leave my cars at her crib, I'm just stunting on her ex
Pussy's excellent, and I know it sound a mess
I love da make her toes curl as I'm licking on her flesh (Huh)
Sex all night, couple shots of CÎROC
Crib on the water, got LeBron up the block
Money ain't a thing, baby, welcome to the mob
Diced pineapples, talking diamonds by the jar
Bitch so bad, got me wishing I could sing (Oh-oh-oh)
Her uniform Isabel Marant, when you on the team (Oh-oh-oh)
Double MG, them other n***as fell off (Oh-oh-oh, M-M-M—)
Baby girl, I just wanna see you well off (M-M-M-Maybach Music)
[Chorus: Drake]
Call me crazy, shit, at least you're calling (Oh-oh-oh)
Feels better when you let it out, don't it, girl? (Oh-oh-oh)
Know it's easy da get caught up in the moment (Oh-oh-oh)
When you say it 'cause you mad, then you take it all back
Then we fuck all night 'til things get right (Get right, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Then we fuck all night 'til things get right (Get right, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, get right, get right)
Aw, yeah

[Verse 2: Rick Ross, Drake, & Jessica Gomes]
Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh
Diced pineapples, I just bought my girl a set
I know my lifestyle wild, I do it for the set
She know how da make me smile, and she do it with the sex
Pop bottles, make love, Thug Passion
Red bottoms, Moncler, high fashion
Belt buckles, door handles, gold plated
Balmain, rich denim, out in Vegas
French Riviera, baby girl, let's take a trip (Oh-oh-oh)
I'ma trip, go da Cannes, France to catch a flick (Oh-oh-oh)
Baby, listen, this position is a blessing (Oh-oh-oh)
And wit' cho' permission, hopefully you'll learn a lesson (Huh)
I'm so fly that I shouldn't even walk (Oh-oh-oh)
She so fine, she ain't even gotta talk (Oh-oh-oh)
Diced pineapples, talking diamonds by the jar (Oh-oh-oh)
She never wrote a song, but I know that she's a star (Hahahahahaha)
[Chorus: Drake]
Call me crazy, shit, at least you're calling (Oh-oh-oh)
Feels better when you let it out, don't it, girl? (Oh-oh-oh)
Know it's easy da get caught up in the moment (Oh-oh-oh)
When you say it 'cause you mad, then you take it all back
Then we fuck all night 'til things get right (Get right, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Then we fuck all night 'til things get right (Get right, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, get right, get right)
Aw, yeah

[Verse 3: Wale]
Some' about her, prolly can't live without her (Word)
Roll up some sour, let me kiss on her fountain
Mission accomplished, you increasing your heart rate
And I won't ever rest, we meet at the peak of your mountain
Eager da show ya (Word)
Thinking that I should know ya
And you eager da work perfect, I can employ ya
Designer shit spoil ya, rub ya down with the oil
To get on a higher tree, gonna have to climb a sequoia (Haha)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Showing off some Agent Provocateur
Rushing you out your drawers, though patiently get you off
Hate when they be too anxious though, hate when they be too dull
Like to go deep, but I hate to get too deeply involved (Word)
How sweet is you? (Sweet is you?)
Let me see some proof (See some proof)
Fuck making pussy talk, I like to make it sing a tune (Haha, sing a tune)
All we need is we
We don't need no room
Right now, I'm tryna eat
And we don't need a spoon
[Chorus: Drake]
Call me crazy, shit, at least you're calling (Oh-oh-oh)
Feels better when you let it out, don't it, girl? (Oh-oh-oh)
Know it's easy da get caught up in the moment (Oh-oh-oh)
When you say it 'cause you mad, then you take it all back
Then we fuck all night 'til things get right (Get right, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Then we fuck all night 'til things get right (Get right, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, get right, get right)
Aw, yeah