Jamaica lyrics

[Intro]
(Rell On The Track)

[Verse 1]
Every chance I get, I gotta tell her she the sh*t
Out-of-town trips, it's just me and my loyal b*tch
She was right there when my n*ggas played on the fence
This sh*t we got is one thousand, ain't no hit or miss
Swear I just wanna see you up, wanna see you rich
Hate when you listen to your friends, that sh*t make me sick
You need to get some boss b*tch friends, 'cause they ain't on sh*t ('Cause they ain't on sh*t)
Soon as I land, bae, give me kiss (Mwah)
You can get whatever, these hoes, the ain't gettin' sh*t
Go get two bags and some shoes with the matchin' print
You can get a Louis V Yorkie to match the 'fit (Rrr)

[Chorus]
I feel like I owe you everything that you ever want
Got all the reasons to leave, but you never don't
I said I love them hoes, but I really don't (I don't)
You and my son really what my heart beatin' for (Ooh, Rell)
Let's take a trip to Jamaica (Let's take a trip)
I can't promise hoes ain't gon' want me, I'm a real player (Woo)
All the hoes mad 'cause you got me, they some real haters (They some real haters)
Dior, Chanel, I got real flavors
I can get her waist snatched, I got real paper
She ain't playin' with a bag, that's a dealbreaker (That's a dealbreaker)
Ooh, she pretty with no ass, but I still take her
Ooh, I hit him with the fin, sent him to his maker (Sent him to his maker)
[Verse 2]
They wanna lock me up, think I'm a pill maker (Damn)
I f*ck her on the camera, I'm a filmmaker
This Wock' in this cream taste like a Now and Later (This sh*t taste crazy)
I skipped, went straight to the pus*y, n*gga, I don't date her
You want some Black Dane, two hundred for an eighter
I might go to Chase, but I'm not gon' chase her
My lil' b*tch came from Indiana like a Pacer (Like a Pacer)
She don't wanna talk 'less it's 'bout some paper
Flip-flops came from Gucci with the matching socks
Got purple lenses in my buffs just to match the watch
n*gga, this 2020, so I got a matchin' Glock (Glock 20)
Pulled up with two hoes, I got matchin' thots
b*tch gave me the Bridge card, I done maxed it out
Upped our picture on the 'Gram, I done X-ed her out
Whole lot of bullsh*t 'bows, that's my Texas route
f*ck chalk, play with us, we gon' sketch you out (Baow)
b*tch, let me in that pus*y, I'ma stretch you out
f*ck you by the front door, then I'ma let you out
b*tch head wasn't sh*t, she done let me down
I got the fin in here with me, they ain't pat me down
Graduated from the streets, I need a cap and gown
I was the sh*t back then, b*tch, look at me now (Look at me now)
She used to sit on my di*k, she can't stand me now
I gave the strap to my brother, that's a hand-me-down (That's a hand-me-down)
[Chorus]
I feel like I owe you everything that you ever want
Got all the reasons to leave, but you never don't
I said I love them hoes, but I really don't
You and my son really what my heart beatin' for
Let's take a trip to Jamaica (Let's take a trip)
I can't promise hoes ain't gon' want me, I'm a real player (Woo)
All the hoes mad 'cause you got me, they some real haters
Dior, Chanel, I got real flavors
I can get her waist snatched, I got real paper
She ain't playin' with a bag, that's a dealbreaker (That's a dealbreaker)
Ooh, she pretty with no ass, but I still take her
Ooh, I hit him with the fin, sent him to his maker (Sent him to his maker)