Maŧ D & LittleBoiAaron - RiRi

Ooh
We back outside
You know it's about damn time, ooh
We back outside
Sipping on that fresh key lime
On that grind, lemon grinds
Put that in the drink that we be using to unwind
She offer me the pink, eating something so divine
Chilling out, maxing, sitting on the poolside
Baddie in the two piece, that your girl? I just made her mine
Don't know the time, bust out the wine
Busting up the tree, not pine
She off the weed, screen casting vines
She feel alive, said she ain't felt this in a long time
I'm tryna catch a vibe
She tryna hit the club, I ain't tryna wait in line
I'm tryna spark it up, swerving critics from online
Got the homies gassed, I'm the plug
Matty D the fucking wave, not a vibe (Ooh)
We back outside
You know it's about damn time, ooh
We back outside
Sipping on that fresh key lime
Running through my city like I just scored all my chips
Talking high fashion in the studio making hits
I'mma buy my lil' bro a Lambo, when the cheque come in
I'm gon' scream it through my city like I won a championship, woo!
I still got some shit to talk
Post your thoughts up on your blog
"He a geek, he a freak"?
No one pushing shit that's weird like me
I will not be pigeonholed
Might just write a TV show
'Cause I just take my time and then I roll out with precision, hoe
Your shit sounding basic, bro
We won't be adjacent, bro
Once I'm starting record labels, you still gon' be waiting tables
Came a long way out the basement
Stop the stupid conversations
Your ass got complacent, now we wait for your replacement
All the new shit that I'm doing got me feeling kinda cocky
Bad girl by my side like RiRi, man, I feel like Rocky
Got ideas that need some pushing so stop with the talking
Stir the pot with what I'm cooking, the world gon' be watching
Stop with all the talking
On these 808's, no heartbreak, shit be sounding toxic
Writing what the fuck I want with my new moxie
Stir the pot like Ramsay, the whole world gon' be watching
There ain't no fucking stopping (Ooh)
We back outside
You know it's about damn time, ooh
We back outside
Sipping on that fresh key lime
Running through my city like I just scored all my chips
Talking high fashion in the studio making hits
I'mma buy my lil' bro a Lambo, when the cheque come in
I'm gon' scream it through my city like I won a championship, woo!

Written by:
Mathieu Draper

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