Tempo Pt. 3 lyrics

[Intro]
(What do you desire?)
(b*tch, haha)
Woah, go (Woah)

[Chorus]
We still ridin' 'round in the 4, I got designer all on my clothes
I'm f*ckin' wit' you fasho'
I can show you how it really go
When you f*ckin' wit' a rich n*gga
Count up the money, yeah, I love the figures
And it's "Free all my n*ggas"
The ones that love to pull triggers

[Verse 1]
I've been tryna' take it real slow
Your body tight, got me feelin' right, girl you know
We got something, baby I know you tryna' pretend
Tryna fix a [?]
[?]
The cup got me movin' slow
On the way to Orlando
Tell em' "You better play your roles"
Cause you know, I know
The last b*tch tried to play me
Now I'm riding in a new Mercedes
Yeah, it's cool to call you baby but you really drive me crazy
Don't f*ck with the tempo
We've been doing good, we can't let go
Gotta pour the deuce up in my Faygo
[?] in San Diego
We was so strong
So when did it all go wrong
'Tryna do this all on your own
She in this b*tch, takin' off her thongs
[Verse 2]
Don't f*ck up the tempo
Ridin' 'round in the 4
Designer all on my toes, my diamonds on me rose gold
I can take you where you wanna go , baby, let's move slow
I ain't tryna go too fast, I would never put you in last

[Chorus]
We still ridin' 'round in the 4, I got designer all on my clothes
I'm f*ckin' wit' you fasho'
I can show you how it really go
When you f*ckin' wit' a rich n*gga
Count up the money, yeah, I love the figures
And It's "Free all my n*ggas"
The ones that love to pull triggers