Convertible Music lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
I'm tryna pick you up, b*tch, like, you know?
(L-Finguz)
Call me when you not by your friends and sh*t, when you by yourself
(Armani, this sh*t stupid, boy)
(b*tch)
We could chill, let's hit the steakhouse, do somethin', you know?
I got too much goin' on, just a regular street n*gga tryna make it out, baby, you know?
Yeah, I support what you do though, I f*ck with it, like
You a boss b*tch, you know what I'm sayin'?
Respect is given though, you know?
Rock with me though, like, you know?
Just a young n*gga tryna make a way out this sh*t, like, you know?

[Verse 1]
Yeah, look, I can never lose when I'm with you (Nah)
I be gone, I'm on the road, feel like I miss you
I get mad, go through her phone, she like, "Is this you?"
Traumatized from my last b*tch, the sh*t I went through
You the type of b*tch that I need in my life
Tell me when I'm wrong and you tell me when I'm right
My b*tch f*cked another n*gga, did it out of spite
Can't be my child's mother, b*tch, you can't be my wife (Nah)
Chanel bags, I can see you poppin' out with LVs (Yeah)
You a bad b*tch, it ain't nothin' that they could tell me
Gave the b*tch my love, already knew that she would fail me (Yeah)
I done sold it all, it ain't too much that you could sell me
[Interlude]
Main thing, like, I f*ck with you though, like
Look, this what we gon' do though, right?
We gon' book a trip, we goin' somewhere, we goin' to Jamaica, b*tch, right?
Gon' get away from all these lames
We gon' go shopping, do some fly sh*t
Like, it's a lot of sh*t we can do out here though, it's just me and you, you know what I'm sayin'?
We can rock out, we can do champagne or codeine, you know what I'm sayin'?
We could drop the top, we could do the 'Vette, b*tch, or the Maybach, what's happenin' though, like, you feel me?

[Verse 2]
Look, you got problems in your life, I'm tryna fix you (Real sh*t)
Them b*tches talk down on you, they tried to diss you
I'ma pull the strap and get busy, they try to hit you
We goin' to Dubai, bring your friends, I'm like, "Pick two" (Huh?)
You held a n*gga down and been around the hell we went through
Million-dollar yachts, it's just me, it's just you
Have the chef cook you lobster while I'm feeding you some fruit
You the rawest b*tch I know, I wanna see you in that coupe
You know I got your back, you could call me through whatever
I spent thousands on designer, she be leavin' with my sweater
Had a case and did some time, she visited, sent me letters
Wait 'til I get back, she know nobody do it better, yeah

[Outro]
Just vibe out, b*tch, you know what I'm sayin'?
Go get some loose leaves or somethin', like, pull up
I got the weed, I got the drank
Bring some sodas, like, you know what I'm sayin'?
Throw all your problems to the side for the night
Come rock with your boy, man
Don't think about none of that other sh*t
Tonight's your night, baby, you feel me?
I need you to feel yourself, feel like a million-dollar b*tch when you with me, like, you know?
Can't nothin' stop you, baby
You that
Yeah
On everything, I go by the name of Big Sad 1900
(L-Finguz)
f*ck with me though, you know?
(Armani, this sh*t stupid, boy)
(b*tch)