I need a girl who‘ll ride for me (Keep herself real fly)
Damn near die for me (Stand by my side)
Gon‘ call for me (Stand up and cry)
Pay my bail for me, make sales for me
Have a baby with (This is what she‘ll do)
Lie to industry ( Be my baby momma too)
Someone who‘ll never leave (And always be true)
How I wish my wife could be you
I need a girl that‘ll ride for me
Situation get real bitch‘ll die for me
Even step in the courtroom and lie for me
I‘m talkin‘ about right hand in the sky for me
Do twenty-five for me, nigga steal a pound for me
Shorty probably blow a nigga to the sky for me
And go and sit in a chair that‘ll fry for me
And lord know if I die she gon‘ cry for me
Never say bye to me
I can‘t deny shorty love is official
Even though love ain‘t the issue
Shorty still smuggle the pistol
Packin‘ a gat then hug you and kiss you
Show you love when other niggas that diss you
You on the real
That‘s the type c
