Hop off a jet to an investment in New York, yeah
We live the best when we be down up in the port yeah
One of my baddies hit my line I might ignore
They lookin' at me when I'm walking thru the door
I feel at home the most when I'm onna tour
See when I'm dancing, diamonds dancing on the floor
Or I might just stay in your city & explore
Or hit the crib in Malibu up off the shore, Uh
I'm home alone so come & kick it wit' me (come & kick it wit' me)
You know I like it when you really tipsy (really tipsy)
Yeah you can act like you don't really miss me (don't really miss me)
Get in my feelings then I'm goin' missing (then I'm goin' missing)
I ain't gon' trip you know I'm really chilling (I'm really chilling)
I might just go & stack it to the ceiling (stack it to the ceiling)
I tell em how I feel, they never listen (they don't ever listen)
I guess it don't matter how I'm feeling (how im feeling yeah)
I'm tryna get lit, where the party at?
We drinking champagne up in a Maybach
Damn her waist slim & her ass fat
She like me & what do I say back
I like you & I ain't tryna get attached
I'm thinking 'bout you, sent a text 'where you at?'
'& by the way you fine as hell I can't cap'
& that was it & she ain't send a text back
Stars in the roof, push it real slow
You might catch me in Miami on a boat
I might twist me up some gas so I can float yeah
Ion really know what's good for me can only hope yeah
Cruisin' thru I might put this in race mode
& I heard that you was feeling my songs
She ain't hit me & it been kinda long
Ion really know where I went wrong, uh
I'm home alone so come & kick it wit' me (come & kick it wit' me)
You know I like it when you really tipsy (really tipsy)
Yeah you can act like you don't really miss me (don't really miss me)
Get in my feelings then I'm goin' missing (then I'm goin' missing)
I ain't gon' trip you know I'm really chilling (I'm really chilling)
I might just go & stack it to the ceiling (stack it to the ceiling)
I tell em how I feel, they never listen (they don't ever listen)
I guess it don't matter how I'm feeling (how im feeling yeah)
I'm tryna get lit, where the party at?
We drinking champagne up in a Maybach
Damn her waist slim & her ass fat
She like me & what do I say back
I like you & I ain't tryna get attached
I'm thinking 'bout you, sent a text 'where you at?'
'& by the way you fine as hell I can't cap'
& that was it & she ain't send a text back