Orange Pineapple

I know you probably sleep but I'ma send this text anyway

Baby girl, was you still down?

If I fly you to the Bay would you spaz if you realize

Some other girls been around?

I can order takeout and some bottles of champagne

For them days you ain't been around

I don't know bout you but for me my nig'

Swear to God, she drive a thousand miles

She tell me that she can do better

Matter fact baby girl tappin' it right now

She flyin' in from DC for the weekend

And she tryna link up right now

I can take you hiking and shit, do a couple things

Take you out to eat afterwords, do the ice cream

I don't need you goin' through my phone, I ain't thirteen

Real love P in this juice cost thirteen

I can't be your man but I would like to get to know you

We can eat pineapple and oranges

Sunday come through we can chill

Maybe I can pull out the old schools and foreigns, fuckin' right

You ain't gotta trip you fuckin' with a boss

Just tell me where it's at and baby girl we going

Just holler at me, shit, look, on top, straight up

Pineapples and oranges

I see you got a new spot and you on your shit

I told you, you ain't need me, love, you been that bitch

She still come through and break off a real live pimp

And I don't even need to trap I just love how it feel

On my way to Las Vegas, four hours and shit

The more money that I make the more I know it's real

Corvette in the driveway, I do this for real

A couple whips on post, orange trees in the crib

I can't be your man but I would like to get to know you

We can eat pineapple and oranges

Sunday come through we can chill

Maybe I can pull out the old schools and foreigns, fuckin' right

You ain't gotta trip, you fuckin' with a boss

Just tell me where it's at and baby girl we going

Just holler at me, shit, look, on top, straight up

Pineapples and oranges