High Hopes

5 made me, 905 made me

Yep, 5 made me, 905 made me

The 5 made me, 905 made me

She call me daddy

She call me daddy, daddy, daddy

Call me daddy, I'm her daddy

Yo, spank that

She just want this shit like that **** from Bankhead

Come here, over, I'm tryna smash that

Won't call the Feds on that pussy, I'm 'bout to tap that

Hey, I just wanna sex, smoke, and vibes, baby

I want you by my side, baby

And I want your jeans down to your ankles

You're always mine and your man knows, oh

Do he know you bougie, baby? You need you the best

Do he know you're freaky, baby? Do he keep it wet?

Is you into Louis, into Gucci, Into Giuseppe?

Does he eat your pussy? Does he tell you you're the best?

This the way you work it, no diggity, but don't you back it, back it up

Takin' trips down, down memory lane

I hope if we link up, things are the same

Time has passed, I hope nothing has changed

Girl, I hope you know the reason I came, I'm just checkin' on ya

Everything's still good with me

I got high hopes when I'm checkin' on you

I hope everything's just fine with you

'Cause I got high hopes when I'm checkin' on you

I'm just checkin' on you

When no one else gon' check up on ya

I'ma check up on ya, I'ma check up on you

When no one else gon' pull up on ya

Baby, I'ma pull up on ya, I'm just checkin' on you

Rackin' up flights, rackin' up kilometers

I'm just checkin' on you

Just checkin' on ya, I'm just checkin' on ya

Checkin' on you

Back in my thing on the southside on the H

We do these things 'cause it'll all be okay

Especially when you a king of the city you were raised

All day, all day, all day, all day

It's like I lost my mind and came to Houston

I'm with my friends, you know this place is boomin'

Out here feelin' like the boy

I'm runnin' through galleria with a bitch that look galore, hey

Want racks, I need big chips

And my bitch need a big dick

Plenty reason why she stay post at Ferina estate

That's the shit I shouldn't say, damn, ****

Threesomes with a **** wife, yeah

These things shouldn't feel right, yeah

Mixed bitch, but she fuck with white

Tough dick but the dick right

Two-seater in the driveway, ****

95 on the highway, ****

Step back with the Wraith, ay, ****

She ain't gay, but her bitch gay, ****

Out here feelin' like the boy, I hit Miami-Dade, ****

No Ice Cube, better hope that it's a good day

Time has passed, I hope nothing has changed, oh

Girl, just know that I'm, I'm just checkin' on ya

Everything's still good with me

I got high hopes when I'm checkin' on you

I hope everything's just fine with you

'Cause I got high hopes when I'm checkin' on you

I'm just checkin' on you

When no one else gon' check up on ya

I'ma check up on ya, I'ma check up on you

When no one else gon' pull up on ya

Baby, I'ma pull up on ya, I'm just checkin' on you

Rackin' up flights, rackin' up kilometers

I'm just checkin' on you

Just checkin' on ya, I'm just checkin' on ya

Just checkin' on you

(Check up on, no one checks on you)

I'm just checkin' on you

Rackin' up flights, rackin' up kilometers

I'm just checkin' on you

Just checkin' on ya, I'm just checkin' on ya