Bachata Lyrics

Baby outside in a Benz

She like the vibe in my city

Prada my bitch, independent

Smoking on loud, it's Cookie

Forgive me please, I'm litty, I talk my shit

I stand on my business

Came up out the cut like

Grrr Grrr Grrr

Moving her body like Bachata

Centerfold Cinderella, baby, she mine oh yeah yeah yeah

Dinner dates, Il Buco, she be pulling up in Goyard

Whenever I'm feeling impatient, pen to the pad

I be pleading my case, I just ran up on the score

Cut some of 'em off, it wasn't mistakes

I put the pimp in the walk, the pimp in the talk

Mo money mo problems I rather deal with it all

With racks in the safe, can afford the mistakes

Nahh, get the Rillo if they got no Woods

I'm smoking on Za, don't misunderstood

I'm pacing my Cello while beating her bush

I'm not from the ghetto but be in the hood

Looked in the mirror, I saw a payday

Looked in the mirror, saw a vacation

Looked in the mirror, said, I look amazing

She got that Benjamin Button, a face lift

I let her take all my feelings and she give me all of her fragrance

All of my opps they gobbled up right beside all of my babies

Don't settle for less I'm abundant

Now I get the text and we pull up to functions

Prada my bitch, she don't make assumptions

When we outside, she private in public

She give me that look and we peel off

She doing lines like Adidas

Though I'm keeping my cool I don't freeze up

Said she love me, yeah, I don't believe her

Baby outside in a Benz

She like the vibe in my city

Prada my bitch, independent

Smoking on loud, it's Cookie

Forgive me please, I'm litty, I talk my shit

I stand on my business

Came up out the cut like

Grrr Grrr Grrr

Moving her body like Bachata

I been up like 4 days

Just counting my blessings and paying back favors

All of my options 21 plus and come in various flavors

How can I stress about things

I know I'm gon have in the very near future

Tell me, how you gon stress bout things

You got right now, regardless baby

I want that little bit in a to-go

She got me drinking Prosecco

I'm feeling lit, she feeling cute

We went to sleep and her bed broke

First time it happened I'm asking myself

Is she pissing or cumming? woahh

I can't die with this feeling of having a chance

And did nothing, nah

Almost hit mission abort

She backed it up gushing and gushing and gushing and gushing

Hit it with Timberland's on

I still wear them shits out for sure

Deep in that hoe, I put my wrist in the pot

Pulling out Tiffany rocks

Only thing I serve is base but they think I'm selling re rock

Guess it's cause I pulled up in black Mercedes wearing black

Guess it's cause I look like million dollars and my bitch is bad

I been pulling strings

But they don't see the things I'm dealing with

I been ripping wrappers cause these bitches trying to seed the kid

She like it when I take her out

Cause we're the ones they're noticing

Looked up to the sky and told my brothers I want all of it

My Benihana flow, she suicidal, Aventador

I'm used to making tough decisions

Like do I wanna fuck 'em both

Pulled up with tints to the party

Nobody know likkle mama beside me

Till we gon hop out the foreign

Baby a gift wrapped up in a saree

Ouu I been feeling a way

Baby you making too many mistakes

If I take a L, it's gon be to the face

Bro got the give and the go in the paint

Baby outside in a Benz

She like the vibe in my city

Prada my bitch, independent

Smoking on loud, it's Cookie

Forgive me please, I'm litty, I talk my shit

I stand on my business

Came up out the cut like

Grrr Grrr Grrr

Moving her body like Bachata