I'd rather be with you, girl, yeah
Said I'd rather be with you
I'd rather be with you, girl (yeah)
Said I'd rather be (Don) with you, girl
Met her on Fifth Ave she was on her fifth bag
She gave me whiplash as soon as the whip pass
Tried to keep it calm, I beeped the horn had my VV's on
GT Bents off top with the TVs on
Baby, don't be alarmed I acknowledge your worth
I can tell inside you is hurt
She reply with a smirk
What's your motto at work
Serve bottles and twerk
Listen, I ain't here to judge I done gave my time to the worst
She said, "nigga stop it
I'm still in college, mama in the projects
I promise her I'll go and visit when I finish shopping
Got her son on the weekend, I let my sister watch him
My baby father really see him, they ain't really bonding
But what you want with me I know you got a list of options"
Baby girl, I see the gossip fucking with your conscience
I just left the nail salon, you was the trending topic
What a coincidence, I just got the Bentley polished
What's your name? She said, "Sherene"
Yeah, she was quick responding
What's your number, let's link up for later for some shrimp and lobster
Yeah, I got a chef, just make sure you got a dress
You can't look me in my eyes and tell me you not impressed
If you play your cards right, you'll be on a private jet
Liquor toast, switching coasts, flying you out the west
I could show you better than I can tell you, I'm tryna' bless you
Diamond bezel on your arm if I feel that you kinda special
I could take you out the ghetto now that's different kind of levels
Ran through a thousand hoes I never found the time to settle
Nah, fuck them hating hoes tryna throw shade
I could look in your eyes and see we soul mates
If you gon' be mine, then you go both ways, yeah
Baby girl ride like she got road rage
I might move her in the spot and be my home mate, yeah
Fuck a restaurant, I want my dinner homemade, yeah
Old age wine, sipping at a slow pace
City to city, I'll bring her to all my show dates
Let's get acquainted I made edible arrangements
My bezel too outrageous, she seen't it and nearly fainted
Don't you fight or run, look at the closet
Never seen't a flier one
Louis palace, who your stylist?
Where you get your attire from?
Just tell me what I wanna hear and don't you ever bite your tongue
Better have her out her underwear before the night is done
I'd rather be with you, girl, yeah
Said I'd rather be with you
I'd rather be with you, girl, yeah
Said I'd rather be with you
I'd rather be with you, girl, yeah
Said I'd rather be with you