Come 2 My City

Hey come 2 my city baby
Girl come 2 my city
Hey come 2 my city baby
Girl come 2 my city

She don’t pop pills, she smoke
Im laying low, I’m laying low, baby
She fly 2 the V, Vancouver
Told her I’ve been busy boo
Riding round that Nipsey blue
You talk like I don’t need you too
Cus The money just keeps coming

The money just keeps coming
The money just keeps coming
I Feel like I just need someone

Les go back to summer sixteen
Les go back to summer sixteen
Where it was just u and me
I don’t care bout no bitches
Les go back to summer sixteen
Les go back to summer sixteen

Hey come 2 my city baby
Girl come 2 my city
Hey come 2 my city baby
Girl come 2 my city
Hey come 2 my city baby
Girl come 2 my city
Hey come 2 my city baby
Girl come 2 my city

I’m a fuck you like I’m supposed to
Like it when it’s just, us two
Stop playing we don grown, fuck you
Fuck so good who done taught you
When we done wit da sex we strangers
Caught feelings oh shit I’m in danger
Money calling I can’t stay here
Money calling I can’t stay here

Hey come 2 my city baby
Girl come 2 my city
Hey come 2 my city baby
Girl come 2 my city
Hey come 2 my city baby