Young Chop on the beat!
[Intro: Swae Lee]
Ooh! Oh, oh, oh!
She's gonna get!
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
My night runs into morning all the time,
And through my phone I'm scrollin', bang my line,
Off that drank it's hard to focus,
Seems like I'm always chosen by romantics that are hopeless.
We can make arrangements though,
And if you down, down, who knows?
I might just do you like we lovin', yeah,
Or make you my numero uno.
[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
She don't allow herself
To miss nobody else;
I've had days where I was dolo,
But I never caught a bad case of FoMO.
Don't talk to me about your previous,
You know I'm that times two;
Penthouse jumpin' from the front to back room,
Girls goin' wild, showin' off new tattoos.
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
My night runs into morning all the time,
And through my phone I'm scrollin', bang my line,
Off that drank it's hard to focus,
Seems like I'm always chosen by romantics that are hopeless.
We can make arrangements though,
And if you down, down, who knows?
I might just do you like we lovin', yeah,
Or make you my numero uno.
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
We get aggressive,
You be undressin',
Making a mess and
Cleanin' it up when we done.
I got a serious question,
Do you like sex? If you thinkin' yes,
Then I'm tryna test you.
Say I'm Khalifa, the best,
But I got money to get,
I gotta hop on a jet,
Probably don't call, I'ma text,
Hop in my car, it get wet.
I'm gettin' all of my checks,
I'm winnin' all of my bets,
No, I ain't lettin' you down,
Baby, I'm givin' a hundred percent.
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
My night runs into morning all the time,
And through my phone I'm scrollin', bang my line,
Off that drank it's hard to focus,
Seems like I'm always chosen by romantics that are hopeless.
We can make arrangements though,
And if you down, down, who knows?
I might just do you like we lovin', yeah,
Or make you my numero uno.
[Bridge: Wiz Khalifa]
I can't keep my mind off you,
I can't keep my mind off you,
I can't keep my mind off you.
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
My night runs into morning all the time,
And through my phone I'm scrollin', bang my line,
Off that drank it's hard to focus,
Seems like I'm always chosen by romantics that are hopeless.
We can make arrangements though,
And if you down, down, who knows?
I might just do you like we lovin', yeah,
Or make you my numero uno.