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(Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once) Let's get away for the weekend, and take a bae-cation I fuck with you enough, that you ain't got to pay anything Ain't got to dip inside your purse, no you could stay saving I know you got your own, and that's why bitches stay hating And you so real, the type to split a bill by fifty-fifty Ain't like the ho's with agendas, and moving really gritty You got your standards, but far from being what's picky-picky You always traveling, next destination Windy City Yeah passport gang, you travel 'round the globe Booking flights and resorts, yeah you like the sound of those No, you don't even seem to fit around them ho's Oh Ponche Kuba lit, she steady downing those What you on baby ? tell me what the deal is You was the baddest from I seen you, and you still is Tell me all your fantasies, and i'll fulfill it Luka Magnotta, give me your cat i'ma kill it Hit from the front and choke you out, all while staring in your eyes Turn you 'round then give back shots, tearing in your spine Grip the sheets and bite the pillow, ain't no sparing you'll be fine All them bitches and them niggas, got no bearing in your mind You bite my earlobe, and then you put that cat on me baby Fifty-fifty let's fall in love, and go half in love and go half on a baby Don't you text them niggas back, I might just wack one them baby You tell me not to worry 'bout it, 'cause i'm past all 'em baby And you so real, the type to split a bill by fifty-fifty Ain't like the ho's with agendas, and moving really gritty You got your standards, but far from being what's picky-picky You always traveling, next destination Windy City Yeah passport gang, you travel 'round the globe Booking flights and resorts, yeah you like the sound of those No, you don't even seem to fit around them ho's Oh Ponche Kuba lit, she steady downing those Oh yeah she got expensive taste, but don't mind eating fast food Money ain't the issue, it all just depend on that mood She ain't street at all, I mentioned dog food, she though it's category cat food I couldn't help myself, as soon it's said I had to laugh fool She thought I was making fun of her, but I had thought it's mad cute Haha, I'ma ass to She know it and see it, but that don't phase her at all She got trust issues just like me, 'cause she been played in the heart I run the streets, and she'll stay up 'till I get back safe She know the shit we get into, for we could get that cake She seen potential, so she tell me "baby sit back wait" When it's your time you finna blow, and have 'em pissed and hate Let's get away for the weekend, and take a bae-cation I fuck with you enough, that you ain't got to pay anything Ain't got to dip inside your purse, no you could stay saving I know you got your own, and that's why bitches stay hating (Lil Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)