Right now, I'm down

I be with the Hitmaker

So, hol' up

Baby, come give me something new

Baby, come give me something new

'Cause I can't stop loving you

Since I got a taste of your love

Baby, come give me something new

God damn, you know who I am

Try to be on the low, but you ain't slow

Keep my shirt open, eyes low

Get a lot of paper, I know

But you ain't into that

You like real facts

Like, if you show love, you gon' get it back

Like, if you fuck good, you gon' get it back

Like, if you cook, wanna a real nigga that

Gon' rep 'till that pussy like

We can go and get a private room

We could fuck for one night, ain't gotta jump the broom

Say your nigga, chill

Baby, come give me something new

Baby, come give me something new

'Cause I can't stop loving you

Since I got a taste of your love

Baby, come give me something new

I can tell you ain't from 'round here

All that body, baby, it's not fair

Pull up on that ass in a drop, yeah

That's your ex, nigga? I'm dead

Lookin' for a real one? You found him

California King, we gon' go bounce on it

No doubt, yeah

Leave your legs shaking

I might sing to that pussy like

Girl, your shit so classic, it don't need no features

Baby, come give me something new

Baby, come give me something new

'Cause I can't stop loving you

Since I got a taste of your love

Baby, come give me something new

Girl, you look just like something out a magazine (Zine)

You smell great, know your body clean (Yeah)

Them niggas been on you since you was a teen (Teen)

Now you grown up, and I'm a boss

I'm just showing love (Love)

Smell like kush when I'm rolling up (Roll)

So much bank, I can fold it up (Fold)

It's so good, got you calling up (Call)

Tryna kick it with a nigga like

Baby, come give me something new

Baby, come give me something new

'Cause I can't stop loving you

Since I got a taste of your love

Baby, come give me something new