Orange Pineapple Lyrics

I know you probably sleep but ima send this text anyway babygirl were you still down

If I fly you to the Bay would you spaz if you realize some other girls been around

I can order takeout and some bottles of champagne for them days you ain't been around

I don't know about you but for me my nig swear to god she drive a thousand miles

She tell me that she can do better matter fact babygirl tapping in right now

She flying in from DC for the weekend and she tryna link up right now

I can take you hiking and shit do a couple things

Take you out to eat afterwards do the ice cream

I don't need you going through my phone I ain't thirteen

Real live P and this juice cost thirteen

I can't be your man but I would like to get to know you

We can eat pineapples and oranges

Sunday come through we can chill maybe I can pull out the old schools and foreigns, fuckin right

You ain't gotta trip you fucking with a boss just tell me where it's at and babygirl we going

I see you got a new spot and you on yo shit

I told you, you ain't need me love you been that bitch

She still come through and break off a real live pimp

And I don't even need to trap I just love how it feel

On my way to Las Vegas four hours and shit

The more money that I make the more I know that it's real

Corvette in the driveway I do this for real

A couple whips on post orange trees in the crib

I can't be your man but I would like to get to know you

We can eat pineapples and oranges

Sunday come through we can chill maybe I can pull out the old schools and foreigns, fuckin right

You ain't gotta trip you fucking with a boss just tell me where it's at and babygirl we going