[Verse]
Touchdown in LA, I'ma need to pack
Hit the plug, call him up, I'm like, "Where you at?"
Bad bitch, drop it low, then she throw it back
Up down, up down, do it like that
Girl, you know that heaven's overrated
And the angels honestly hate it
God's strict, and he don't get faded
And he just can't fuck like Satan
Two-door with the top laid back, oh no
I know you can't give up much more
Tell me, do you want this? Yeah, we all know
Go on, work it for the boy, yeah, do it slow-mo
If he calmed down then we way too close
I know you would throw, but it ain't no
I try but I can't resist, it's something we can't stop
Cause I don't want anyone other than you and your love is all I got