She want Celine, she want the Gucci I ride with some hundreds on me, I got the blue cheese Pull up in a Jeep, I put it on Forgi' I want your body, gimme slop top on the front seat We gone fuck for an hour then we gon' move to the back seat When you give me a lap dance, baby, watch for the gat, please Run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back like a track meet Bae, relax me, you ain't gotta ask me, huh G-G huh, I blew her back out Fuckin' that bitch got her tappin' out Got me bustin' like the bustin' the racks out I got her ridin' in the four-door, huh Draped in designer, no Polo, huh I was in the Wraith, had the White Out Bought all the cars off of coco I gotta drape you up She got bae, but she naked with us I got diamonds, gon' drip on the pussy Keep 'em in the cut I keep a bad foreign She know that she comin', of course Had to throw that fat ass in the Porsche Got her face down, that ass to the north Yeah, yeah She want Celine, she want the Gucci I ride with some hundreds on me, I got the blue cheese Pull up in a Jeep, I put it on Forgi' I want your body, gimme slop top on the front seat We gon' fuck for an hour, then we gon' move to the back seat When you give me a lap dance, baby, watch for the gat, please Run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back like a track meet Bae, relax me, you ain't gotta ask me, huh (Dolla $ign) She want Celine ('Line) I'm the Celine King ('Line king) Eat the pussy with my grill on Put it all on my bling bling (bling-bling) I call her my lil' mama, she want a Balenciaga (ooh-yeah) Sippin' saké at the 'Bu 'cause we can't go to Benihana's 2020, 720S It's a race car (car), better yet, it's a jet Tint my windows black (black), gimme toppy at the light (skrrt) Is you into that? Baby, pull them panties to the side We go rounds like some boxing shit (sheesh) But I give you way more than three-minute increments (three) I spent a hundred on a ring on my pinky (ring) She said she love me every time when I'm leavin' (leave) I'm a fucking sex symbol (sheesh) She want Celine, she want the Gucci I ride with some hundreds on me, I got the blue cheese Pull up in a Jeep, I put it on Forgi' I want your body, gimme slop top on the front seat We gone fuck for an hour then we gon' move to the back seat When you give me a lap dance, baby, watch for the gat, please Run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back like a track meet Bae, relax me, you ain't gotta ask me, huh