You already know we goals
I'll really go to Maldives to get you waves on the balcony
And you on your tippy toes
How 'bout we take shots and have the, make you drive the boat? (Woah, woah, woah)
Give you somethin' to tell your bestie
Talkin' to bestie, she shouldn't have known (no, no, no)
Makin' mimosas, sip on that and sip on you (oh)
I won't gas you up, baby, my feet's to the floor, pedallin'
I'm on your side and lonely
Lord knows who you better with
I know you tired of that nigga you with
I know you tired, baby, of settlin'
I don't know who got your eye, baby, but I just little lil' bo peep
(Couldn't wait, you was dyin' to hit the memo)
I don't know what's on your mind, but I think you need a lil' more me, me
You already know we goals
I'll really go to Maldives to get you waves on the balcony
And you on your tippy toes
How 'bout we take shots and have the, make you drive the boat? (Woah, woah, woah)
Give you somethin' to tell your bestie
Talkin' to bestie, she shouldn't have known (no, no, no)
Wake up mimosas, sip on that and sip on you (oh)
Doors open up like wings on a angel (oh-oh)
She bend on me like her hands to her ankles (ooh)
I wouldn't be me if I wasn't me (oh-oh)
Got on that see-through, nothin' underneath (oh-oh)
That pussy get wetter by the ocean (oh-oh)
Type cop Double-R, never Ghost it (ooh)
She look back, say, "Baby, I'm comin'" (ooh)
Her buttcheeks right under my stomach
Love when I'm stackin' it up (oh-oh)
Addin' it up, she say, "That ain't enough"
She bust it for me, keep her in the tuck (oh-oh)
Had to love when we down, now we up
You make it so hard for me to leave (to leave)
I know your ass need a lil' some me (some me)
You trippin' to the tropics 'stead of on me (ooh)
They know you the one, not the two, three (oh-oh)
You already know we goals
I'll really go to Maldives to get you waves on the balcony
And you on your tippy toes
How 'bout we take shots and have the, make you drive the boat? (Woah, woah, woah)
Give you somethin' to tell your bestie
Talkin' to bestie, she shouldn't have known (no, no, no)
Wake up mimosas, sip on that and sip on you
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You already know we goals
I'll really go to Maldives to get you waves on the balcony
And you on your tippy toes
How 'bout we take shots and have the, make you drive the boat? (Woah, woah, woah)
Give you somethin' to tell your bestie
Talkin' to bestie, she shouldn't have known (no, no, no)
Makin' mimosas, sip on that and sip on you (oh)
I won't gas you up, baby, my feet's to the floor, pedallin'
I'm on your side and lonely
Lord knows who you better with
I know you tired of that nigga you with
I know you tired, baby, of settlin'
I don't know who got your eye, baby, but I just little lil' bo peep
(Couldn't wait, you was dyin' to hit the memo)
I don't know what's on your mind, but I think you need a lil' more me, me
You already know we goals
I'll really go to Maldives to get you waves on the balcony
And you on your tippy toes
How 'bout we take shots and have the, make you drive the boat? (Woah, woah, woah)
Give you somethin' to tell your bestie
Talkin' to bestie, she shouldn't have known (no, no, no)
Wake up mimosas, sip on that and sip on you (oh)
Doors open up like wings on a angel (oh-oh)
She bend on me like her hands to her ankles (ooh)
I wouldn't be me if I wasn't me (oh-oh)
Got on that see-through, nothin' underneath (oh-oh)
That pussy get wetter by the ocean (oh-oh)
Type cop Double-R, never Ghost it (ooh)
She look back, say, "Baby, I'm comin'" (ooh)
Her buttcheeks right under my stomach
Love when I'm stackin' it up (oh-oh)
Addin' it up, she say, "That ain't enough"
She bust it for me, keep her in the tuck (oh-oh)
Had to love when we down, now we up
You make it so hard for me to leave (to leave)
I know your ass need a lil' some me (some me)
You trippin' to the tropics 'stead of on me (ooh)
They know you the one, not the two, three (oh-oh)
You already know we goals
I'll really go to Maldives to get you waves on the balcony
And you on your tippy toes
How 'bout we take shots and have the, make you drive the boat? (Woah, woah, woah)
Give you somethin' to tell your bestie
Talkin' to bestie, she shouldn't have known (no, no, no)
Wake up mimosas, sip on that and sip on you
I'll really go to Maldives to get you waves on the balcony
And you on your tippy toes
How 'bout we take shots and have the, make you drive the boat? (Woah, woah, woah)
Give you somethin' to tell your bestie
Talkin' to bestie, she shouldn't have known (no, no, no)
Makin' mimosas, sip on that and sip on you (oh)
I won't gas you up, baby, my feet's to the floor, pedallin'
I'm on your side and lonely
Lord knows who you better with
I know you tired of that nigga you with
I know you tired, baby, of settlin'
I don't know who got your eye, baby, but I just little lil' bo peep
(Couldn't wait, you was dyin' to hit the memo)
I don't know what's on your mind, but I think you need a lil' more me, me
You already know we goals
I'll really go to Maldives to get you waves on the balcony
And you on your tippy toes
How 'bout we take shots and have the, make you drive the boat? (Woah, woah, woah)
Give you somethin' to tell your bestie
Talkin' to bestie, she shouldn't have known (no, no, no)
Wake up mimosas, sip on that and sip on you (oh)
Doors open up like wings on a angel (oh-oh)
She bend on me like her hands to her ankles (ooh)
I wouldn't be me if I wasn't me (oh-oh)
Got on that see-through, nothin' underneath (oh-oh)
That pussy get wetter by the ocean (oh-oh)
Type cop Double-R, never Ghost it (ooh)
She look back, say, "Baby, I'm comin'" (ooh)
Her buttcheeks right under my stomach
Love when I'm stackin' it up (oh-oh)
Addin' it up, she say, "That ain't enough"
She bust it for me, keep her in the tuck (oh-oh)
Had to love when we down, now we up
You make it so hard for me to leave (to leave)
I know your ass need a lil' some me (some me)
You trippin' to the tropics 'stead of on me (ooh)
They know you the one, not the two, three (oh-oh)
You already know we goals
I'll really go to Maldives to get you waves on the balcony
And you on your tippy toes
How 'bout we take shots and have the, make you drive the boat? (Woah, woah, woah)
Give you somethin' to tell your bestie
Talkin' to bestie, she shouldn't have known (no, no, no)
Wake up mimosas, sip on that and sip on you
Writer: Karim Kharbouch
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.