5 made me, 905 made meYup, 5 made me905 made meThe 5 made me, 905 made meShe call me daddyShe call me daddy, daddyCall me daddy, I'm her daddy, I'm her daddyYup, spank thatShe just want that shit like that nigga from BankheadCall me over, I'm tryna smash thatWon't call the feds on the pussy, I'm 'bout to tap thatHey, I just wanna sex, smoke and vibes, babyI want you by my side, babyAnd I want your jeans down to your anklesYou're always mine and your man knows, ohDo he know you're bougie baby, you need you the best?Do he know you're freaky baby, do he keep it wet?Is you in to Louis, in to Gucci, in GiuseppeDoes he eat your pussy, does he tell you you're the best?I like the way you work it, no diggity, but don't you back it up (back it up)Taking trips down down memory laneI hope if we link up, things are the sameTime has passed, I hope that nothing has changed, ohGirl I hope you know the reason I cameGirl, just know I'm just checkin' on yaEverything's still good with meI got high hopes when I'm checkin' on youI hope everything's just fine with youCause I got high hopes when I'm checkin' on youI'm just checkin' on youWhen no one else gon' check up on yaI'mma check up on ya, I'mma check up on youWhen no one else gonna pull up on yaBaby, I'mma pull up on yaI'm just checkin' on youWracking up flights, wrackin' up kilometersI'm just checkin' on youJust checkin' on ya, I'm just checkin' on yaJust checkin' on yaBack with my ting on the Southside on the HWe do these things cause it'll all be okayEspecially when you are a king of the city you were raisedAll day, all day, all day, all dayIt's like I lost my mind and came to HoustonI'm with my friends, you know this place is boomingI hate feeling like the boyI'm running through galleria with a bitch that lick galoreBorn and raised, I need bitchesAnd my bitch need a big dickPlenty reasons why she stayPost that for rental estateI say shit I shouldn't say, damn niggaThreesomes with a nigga wife, yeahThese things shouldn't feel right, yeahMixed bitch, but she fuck with whiteTough dick but the dick her rightTwo seater in the drivewayNigga 95 on the highway, nigggaStep back with the Wraith, ay niggaShe ain't gay but her bitch gay niggaI hate feeling like the boy, I hit Miami Dade niggaNo Ice Cube, better hope that's its a good dayTime has passed, I hope that nothing has changed, ohGirl I hope you know the reason I cameGirl, just know I'm just checkin' on yaEverything's still good with meI got high hopes when I'm checkin' on youI hope everything's just fine with youCause I got high hopes when I'm checkin' on youI'm just checkin' on youWhen no one else gon' check up on yaI'mma check up on ya, I'mma check up on youWhen no one else gonna pull up on yaBaby, I'mma pull up on yaI'm just checkin' on youWracking up flights, wrackin' up kilometersI'm just checkin' on youJust checkin' on ya, I'm just checkin' on yaJust checkin' on ya
