Outstanding

I'mma call you mamma, you call me pappa

This world is mine, all mine, but I'm willing to share

I'll split it with 50/50 if you willing to pound

Baby got a nigga feeling her

This feeling is rare

Got my head touching the ceiling

Shit is still in the air, yeah

'cause she's a bad bitch

That got her own shit

Can buy her own purse

And pay her own rent

Never beg for money

Got a good job

She just finished school, now she living large

Stay working hard, make a nigga wanna help

It's such a turn on to know she can do it herself

The only thing you're missing queen is your king

Together I can take you to see your dreams

Is she about to catch a body?

Body bad like her ass, working for these

I'm about to blow the bag on you, probably

I'm not gonna lie to you, I'mma tell the truth

You know, you're outstanding

Girl you knock me out

Exciting, yeah, you make me wanna shout

I'm talking pretty when she wake up

Don't even need no make-up

Can suck a mean dick and can cook a mean steak up

She got a nigga focused, them other ho's hopeless

Compared to my girl

She make them bops look like roaches

A dime on the scales, shorty fine as hellk

Christian Louis Vuitton heels, got that ass sitting real

Got other chicks checking her fit

Niggas trying to hit, talking 'bout

Thugger, you done hit a lick

I know my bitch the shit, that why she my bitch

And since she my bitch she gon' get what I get

She down for a nigga, so I figured I might wife her

I like her, and so I had to go ahead and invite ya'

Is she about to catch a body?

Body bad like her ass, working for these

I'm about to blow the bag on you, probably

I'm not gonna lie to you, I'mma tell the truth

You know, you're outstanding

Girl you knock me out

Exciting, yeah, you make me wanna shout

We taking first-class trips just to fulfill her fantasies

Overseas, chauffeur please

To be the best restaurant, we dine on fine wine

Having a good time, trying to get up in her mind

On top of the line designs, what's yours is mine

What's mine's is yours, Gucci and Louis stores

On a shopping spree, who's stopping me?

Pass the broccoli, grab the cheese

At least 50 G's, I got with me

But only for baby, them other broads get none

Ain't worried 'bout them other broads, baby number one

She in the bauws house, got the keys to the car

Our Lexus, this ain't mine, it's ours

Under stars on the Range roof, just me and you, damn I love the way you do you

You the truth

Can make any pop the balls boo, girl you special

Kept it 100 with a nigga, had to bless ya'