Ay, I fuck with you, boy, fuck with you, boy

Take me a helicopter, land in Punta Cana
Got me a business lawyer help insure I'm covered
I'm pushing and lifting it up, I'm 'bout to cut up this summer
Uh, told her I don't want no rice when I eat Benihanas
I invest in three, four years, I multiplied the number
Run it right back in that field, I can't survive the jungle (mm)
Stash me two or three Ms, I fill up a whole Tonka (a whole Tonka)
Once I finish this deal, I could let 'em hold something

I'm feel I'm due for a load, I already know it's coming (know it's coming)
Ran me up a few loafs, I'm spending the breadcrumbs (breadcrumbs)
You owe too long, gotta pay my money and then some (and then some)
It's personal when it come to one of my loved ones (uh-huh)
Action's louder than words, you ain't gotta say we brothers
Uh, piling up in the Maybach, this is Mercedes, show them (ay, yeah)
Look how we made our way, so it's okay to struggle

She fuck with me and got a Birk 'cause I'm a ladies' lover (uh-huh)
Once I show you your worth, you better not let this fumble
You might feel it for certain, I can't take that from you (take that from you)
I road with you to the dirt and that's one thing I honor

Ay, I fuck with you, boy, fuck with you, boy
Ay, I fuck with you, boy, fuck with you, boy
Ay, I fuck with you, boy, fuck with you, boy

Take me a helicopter, land in Punta Cana (uh-huh)
Kicking my feet in the sand, the sun right over the tent
Got me a pretty vibe and she smell heavensent
In the ocean, she purified herself, I feel like Prince
Wanna go and keep getting by and that's for sure
You show me you got my back and I got yours (I got yours)
We making enough to feed my fam' and yours
Ay, I fuck with you, boy, I fuck with you, boy

Fuck with your boy, she whipping up rocks, I know it's lit (It's lit)
Ride with me all the way, you get a honorable mention (Uh-huh)
Two countries in three days, we been on a whole mission
Burberry on her shirt like she with the old me (old me)
Real-ass nigga for life and I don't owe you shit
Once we get through a fight, we locked in, tight as a pit
Turn off all of the lights, that's when you can tell if it hit
Ay, I fuck with you (mm), fuck with you, boy (ah)

(Ay, I fuck with you, boy, fuck with you, boy) ay, dim the lights, dim 'em, dim 'em
(Ay, I fuck with you, boy, fuck with you, boy)
I was trying to tell my nigga that-, you know, real stones (ay, I fuck with you, boy, fuck with you, boy)
They hit in the night, you know?
Real VVS, you gonna see them hit in the night
You don't need no light (ay, I fuck with you, boy)
Yeah

Writer(s): Chandler Great, Kenneth Redfield, Jr, Omar Perrin & Sergio Kitchens.