Paris Songtext

Yo', Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
You know that it's love, you know my grandmother
Audemars Piguet, we ain't fuckin' with Samsung
Where you at halmes, can you bring out the jammers
RPs, I don't fuck with the inbox
No guns on the 'gram, these niggas be stick watching
Now I got my own house, with a big closet
These niggas be living a lie
A nigga be living in a house
I really have a stick on my side
I really feel dead inside
Bad only means I'ma do right
Stuck in his head, I might
But I only want real love
Now these niggas don't feel tough

I Really said
I was trippin' on you, but how you feel?
I'm taking these drugs, I'm taking these meds Babygirl, can we go to Paris?
My heart into pieces, it's about to shatter