Malaysia lyrics

[Intro: Premo Rice]
Yeah (Goldie)
Real sexy sh*t, you know?
I tell a b*tch, "I ain't no bottle popper, I'm a showstopper," you dig?
But that's neither here nor there, you know?
Keep it goin', mm

[Verse 1: Premo Rice]
It's nice out and the ass in full effect, ho sundressed up
We got the melanin with the cocoa butter skin just tryna get sexed up
I haven't left the spot, got the crockpots whippin' like a master chef
And my lady ain't trippin', 'cause I'm clockin' chicken, Rice like Hughey Hef
But last month I was in Malaysia with a player b*tch kickin' hella flavor
In a stash house that had elevators, paper talk, no perpetrator
That night made her do the percolator on my di*k
And then flew back to the G side 'cause it's popping out in that b*tch
Young showstopper out in that b*tch

[Chorus: Premo Rice]
'Cause I own it, I own it
'Cause I own it, I own it
'Cause I own it, straight Moët
Your main b*tch, she rollin'
'Cause I own it, I own it

[Interlude: Larry June]
And don't text me with the bullsh*t, baby
You already know how I like it
Somethin' slight, yeah, off top, damn
[Verse 2: Larry June]
East coast (Go), west coast (Go)
Dirty south (Go), mid coast (Go)
Tryna knock her (Go), sock it to me (Go)
I believe in you (Go), so much we can do (Go)
You gotta listen, baby, for real (Go), don't be talkin' too much (Go, uh)
Pay attention, baby (Good job), I got some game for you, love (Go, game for you, love)
What's a P without a vision? (Vision) What's a ho with no hustle? (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
RPM in D.C. (Man), lobster my ravioli (Good job)
I never talk about it much (Much), but you a part of the plan (Part of the plan)
You could've fell in love with a trick, but you chose the man (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Twelve dollar orange juice on my way to the bread (Way to the bread)
Outcall in Half Moon Bay, she hit for a band, what's happenin'?