Produced By: Zaire Koalo

What's ur sign girl
I'm lookin at your thighs girl
You tryina be my girl?
Well keep tryin girl
Unless u a bad bitch
Maybe then I'm cool wit it cool it
I'mma act a fool with it.
Girl I don't care who hit it, who hit it.
Before me, I know that u adore me
You came here to get high
Luckily I got more tree, more tree
I spit floetry, real niggas call raps
The fragrance of my cadence
Have u layin down on you back like that
I know you work late,
You stayin up late
But you got up early,
Bitch u gotta get yo hair straight
Started fuckin cuz yo head straight
Stopped cause the bed makes
Too much noise, baby got a roommate
Call a nigga when u finish wit the food date (hold up)
Tell a nigga drop u at my place
4 digit code for the front gate
5 digit number call cuz the sex great
6 digit bank account got u in the first place (hold up)
The homie got a function
You know the shit is jumpin
Black girls actin like white bitches, it's nothin
I'm at the liquor bank
What u think girl grey goose straight
You made it through eliminidate
Now it's bout to be a room raid (hold up)
You said u live on century
Well I'm kicking on slauson
She said "just take the 105"
Bitch I don't drive that shit often

(Chrous)
What's ur sign girl
I'm lookin at your thighs girl
You tryina be my girl?
Well keep tryin girl
Unless u a bad bitch
Maybe then I'm cool wit it cool it
I'mma act a fool with it.
Girl I don't care who hit it, who hit it.

(Verse 2)
We kick it like 4 feet
Watching kobe with the floor seats
Killed it u need more sheets
Only know I left cuz the door squeaks
I love you alone girl
But do you got a home girl
Excuse me I'm in the zone girl
But, you got pictures in yo phone girl
I know you seen her naked
What y'all was both faded, faded
You still ain't talked about it
But u wished that u taped it, taped it
You wish u was taken
I wish you quit playin
Don't bullshit a real nigga
Draped down in hilfiger

(Chorus)
What's ur sign girl
I'm lookin at your thighs girl
You tryina be my girl?
Well keep tryin girl
Unless u a bad bitch
Maybe then I'm cool wit it cool it
I'mma act a fool with it.
Girl I don't care who hit it, who hit it.
Before me, I know that u adore me
You came here to get high
Luckily I got more tree, more tree
I spit floetry, real niggas call raps
The fragrance of my cadence
Have u layin down on you back like that