Tempo Pt. 3

[Intro]
(What do you desire?)
(Bitch, haha)
Woah, go (Woah)

[Chorus]
We still ridin' 'round in the 4, I got designer all on my clothes
I'm fuckin' wit' you fasho'
I can show you how it really go
When you fuckin' wit' a rich nigga
Count up the money, yeah, I love the figures
And it's "Free all my niggas"
The ones that love to pull triggers

[Verse 1]
I've been tryna' take it real slow
Your body tight, got me feelin' right, girl you know
We got something, baby I know you tryna' pretend
Tryna fix a [?]
[?]
The cup got me movin' slow
On the way to Orlando
Tell em' "You better play your roles"
Cause you know, I know
The last bitch tried to play me
Now I'm riding in a new Mercedes
Yeah, it's cool to call you baby but you really drive me crazy
Don't fuck with the tempo
We've been doing good, we can't let go
Gotta pour the deuce up in my Faygo
[?] in San Diego
We was so strong
So when did it all go wrong
'Tryna do this all on your own
She in this bitch, takin' off her thongs

[Verse 2]
Don't fuck up the tempo
Ridin' 'round in the 4
Designer all on my toes, my diamonds on me rose gold
I can take you where you wanna go , baby, let's move slow
I ain't tryna go too fast, I would never put you in last

[Chorus]
We still ridin' 'round in the 4, I got designer all on my clothes
I'm fuckin' wit' you fasho'
I can show you how it really go
When you fuckin' wit' a rich nigga
Count up the money, yeah, I love the figures
And It's "Free all my niggas"
The ones that love to pull triggers